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A pair of sapphires are thine eyes,
So clear, so sweetly roving;
O three times happy is the man
Whom those fair eyes are loving.
Thy heart, it is a diamond,
A sparkling radiance throwing;
O three times happy is the man
For whom with love ’tis glowing.
Thy lips are very rubies bright,
One never can see fairer;
O three times happy is the man
Who of their love is sharer.
O did I know the happy man!
O could I unattended
Within the green wood meet with him,—
His luck would soon be ended!