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XIV. MAID MARGERY.
Maid Margery went to the rivulet's edge
(Like Midas the king) one day,
And whispered a word to the rushes and sedge:
Just whispered, and went away.
Then her lover stept down to the rivulet's edge
To inquire what she did say:
I love my true love, repeated the sedge:
I will love him for ever and aye.
(Like Midas the king) one day,
And whispered a word to the rushes and sedge:
Just whispered, and went away.
Then her lover stept down to the rivulet's edge
To inquire what she did say:
I love my true love, repeated the sedge:
I will love him for ever and aye.
But winter came freezing the rivulet's edge,
And clouding the summer day:
And though to the storm-wind the whistling sedge
Kept singing and crying alway,
I love my love, and his faith is my pledge:
I will love him for ever and aye:
Yet nobody came to the rivulet's edge
To listen to what it might say.
And clouding the summer day:
And though to the storm-wind the whistling sedge
Kept singing and crying alway,
I love my love, and his faith is my pledge:
I will love him for ever and aye:
Yet nobody came to the rivulet's edge
To listen to what it might say.
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