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Oh if I were the velvet rose / Upon the red rose vine, / I'd climb to touch his window / And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bird / That twitters on the tree, / All day I'd sing my love for him / Till he should harken me.
But since I am a maiden / I go with downcast eyes, / And he will never hear the songs / That he has turned to sighs.
And since I am a maiden / My love will never know / That I could kiss him with a mouth / More red than roses blow.