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Henry, Henry, do you love me?
Do I love you, Mary?
Oh, can you mean to liken me / To the aspen tree. / Whose leaves do shake and vary, / From white to green / And back again, / Shifting and contrary?
Henry, Henry, do you love me, / Do you love me truly? / Oh, Mary, must I say again / My love's a pain, / A torment most unruly? / It tosses me / Like a ship at sea / When the storm rages fully.
Henry, Henry, why do you love me? / Mary, dear, have pity! / I swear, of all the girls there are / Both near and far, / In country or in city, / There's none like you, / So kind, so true, / So wise, so brave, so pretty.