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/ Young Harry leapt over the stile and kissed her, / Over the stile the stars a-winking; / He thought it was Mary -- 't was Mary's sister -- / And love hath a way of thinking.
/ "Thy pail, sweetheart, I will take and carry. " -- / Over the stile the stars hang yellow. -- / "Just to the spring, my sweetheart Harry. " -- / And love is a heartless fellow.