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Sweetheart, be my sweetheart / When birds are on the wing, / When bee and bud and babbling flood / Bespeak the birth of spring, / Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart / And wear this posy-ring!
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart / In the mellow golden glow / Of earth aflush with the gracious blush / Which the ripening fields foreshow; / Dear sweetheart, be my sweetheart, / As into the noon we go!
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart / When falls the bounteous year, / When fruit and wine of tree and vine / Give us their harvest cheer; / Oh, sweetheart, be my sweetheart, / For winter it draweth near.
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart / When the year is white and old, / When the fire of youth is spent, forsooth, / And the hand of age is cold; / Yet, sweetheart, be my sweetheart / Till the year of our love be told!