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COME, FAIREST MAID.
He.“Come, fairest maid, tread the dance with me;
O heigh ho!”
She.
“So gladly tread I the dance with thee;
O heigh ho!”
He.
Like brier-roses thy red cheeks blush;
She.
And thine are rough like the thorny bush.
Both.
An' a heigh ho!
He.
So fresh and green is the sunny lea;
O heigh ho!
She.
The fiddle twangeth so merrily;
O heigh ho!
He.
So lightly goeth the lusty reel,
She.
And round we whirl like a spinning-wheel.
Both.
An' a heigh ho!
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Thine eyes are bright like the sunny fiord;
O heigh ho!
She.
And thine do flash like a viking's sword;
O heigh ho!
He.
So lightly trippeth thy foot along;
She.
The air is teeming with joyful song.
Both.
An' a heigh ho!
He.
Then, fairest maid, while the woods are green,
O heigh ho!
She.
And thrushes sing the fresh leaves between,
O heigh ho!
He.
Come, let us dance in the gladsome day,
She.
Dance hate, and sorrow, and care away.
Both.
An' a heigh ho!
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