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"Short grows my leave," the bushman said, / "My love I will avow; / When I come back, the maid I'll wed, / If she will hear me now. " / So fair this maiden was, and bright, / She'd suitors more than one, / But when the bushman rode in sight, / She met him there alone.
She heard him speak of golden love, / A blessing, deep and true, / Such love was theirs, he fain would prove / If she would let him woo / And claim her there, when work was done.