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1

By chance it was I met my love,

It did me much surprise,

Down by a shady myrtle grove,

Just as the sun did rise.

The birds they sang right gloriously,

And pleasant was the air;

And there was none, save she and I,

Among the flowers fair.

2

In dewy grass and green we walk'd,

She timid was and coy;

"How can'st thou choose but pity me,

My pretty pearl, my joy?

How comes it that thou stroll'st this way?

Sweet maiden, tell me true,

Before bright Phœbus' glittering ray

Has supped the morning dew?"

3

"I go to tend the flocks I love

The ewes and tender lambs,

That pasture by the myrtle grove,

That gambol by their dams;

There I enjoy a pure content

At dawning of the day,"

Then, hand in hand, we lovers went

To see the flock at play.

4

And as we wended down the road,

I said to her, "Sweet Maid,

Three years I in my place abode

And three more must be stayed.

The three that I am bound so fast,

O fairest wait for me.

And when the weary years are past

Then married we will be."

5

"Three years are long, three times too long,

Too lengthy the delay."

O then I answered in my song,

"Hope wastes them quick away.

Where love is fervent, fain and fast,

And knoweth not decay.

There nimbly fleet the seasons past

Accounted as one day."