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MOONSHINE
“Oh leave me, leave me, foolish youth,
And come not here again,
Thy vows are wasted on the wind,
Thy prayers are all in vain.”
And come not here again,
Thy vows are wasted on the wind,
Thy prayers are all in vain.”
“Lady, thy bird is singing sweet;
Thou heedest not his lay,
But wouldst thou not remember him
If he should fly away?”
Thou heedest not his lay,
But wouldst thou not remember him
If he should fly away?”
“O, there is many another bird,
That sings as sweet as he, Sir,
And they shall have his golden cage,
And they will sing to me, Sir.”
That sings as sweet as he, Sir,
And they shall have his golden cage,
And they will sing to me, Sir.”
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“But who shall make them come to thee,
And who shall make them stay?
No, lady, thou must live alone,
When he has flown away.”
And who shall make them stay?
No, lady, thou must live alone,
When he has flown away.”
“O fiddle, fiddle, Florio,
You're but an ugly fowl, Sir,
I mean to catch a nightingale,
And do not want an owl, Sir.”
You're but an ugly fowl, Sir,
I mean to catch a nightingale,
And do not want an owl, Sir.”
“Then fare thee well, my lady love,
Since all our ties must sever,
I go to find a maid more kind,
Then fare thee well for ever.”
Since all our ties must sever,
I go to find a maid more kind,
Then fare thee well for ever.”
“O silly, silly Florio,
I meant no such a thing, dove;
There's not a bird, in all the world,
So pretty as a ring-dove.”
I meant no such a thing, dove;
There's not a bird, in all the world,
So pretty as a ring-dove.”
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