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LUTE SONG

What will you send her,
What will you tell her,
That shall unbend her,
That shall compel her?
Love, that shall fold her
So naught can sever;
Truth, that shall hold her
Ever and ever.
What will you do then
So she'll ne'er grieve you?
Knowing you true then
Never will leave you?

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I'll lay before her,
There in her bower,
Aye to adore her,
My heart like a flower.