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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.