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     Beauty sat bathing by a spring

      Where fairest shades did hide her;

     The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

      The cool streams ran beside her.

     My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye

      To see what was forbidden:

     But better memory said, fie!

      So vain desire was chidden:—

          Hey nonny nonny O!

          Hey nonny nonny!

     Into a slumber then I fell,

     When fond imagination

     Seeméd to see, but could not tell

     Her feature or her fashion.

     But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,

     And sometimes fall a-weeping,

     So I awaked as wise this while

     As when I fell a-sleeping:—

          Hey nonny nonny O!

          Hey nonny nonny!