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My Love was a poor man's daughter, / And I was a poor man's son. / And oft we walked on the sea shore, / When the work of the day was done. / Hand in hand, on the gleaming strand, / And our two hearts beat as one.
My Love was meek, and gentle, / And she was wondrous fair; / With hazel dyes in her slumbrous eyes, / And chestnut shades in her hair. / And we raked hay on the meadow, / And I gave my heart in her care.