  Loveland is fair to see, Of all kind havens best, Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. Here flowers bloom for thee, Thy feet are rose-caressed, Loveland is fair to see. The violets shall be Thy soft and fragrant nest, Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. Thou shalt not lack for glee, Here life is but a jest; Loveland is fair to see. None shall be glad as we; Ah, grant me my behest, Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. Now would I ask my fee, Thy red heart I request; Loveland is fair to see, Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. |
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