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1. I'll weave my love a garland, / It shall be dressed so fine; / I'll set it round with roses, / With lilies, pinks and thyme. / And I'll present it to my love / When he comes back from sea, / For I love my love, and I love my love, / Because my love loves me. / Blow summer breeze, o'er the sea / Bring my pretty love to me.
2. I wish I were an arrow, / That sped into the air; / To seek him as a sparrow, / And if he was not there, / Then quickly I'd become a fish / To search the raging sea; / For I love my love, and I love my love, / Because my love loves me. / Blow &c.
3. I would I were a reaper, / I'd seek him in the corn; / I would I were a keeper, / I'd hunt him with my horn. / I'd blow a blast, when found at last, / Beneath the green-wood tree, / For I love my love, and I love my love, / Because my love loves me. / Blow &c.