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THE YELLOW HAIR.
I
You'd know my gentle true-love 'mid five hundred maidens fair,By her smiles of pleasant sweetness and her wondrous golden hair,
By her step of airy lightness, like a fawn's in forest lone,
And her gushing, loving laughter, like a sweet flute's golden tone.
Oh! the yellow, yellow hair! oh, the glittering yellow hair,
Sweetly flowing, brightly glowing, o'er her neck and shoulders fair!
II
With a violet-tinted ribbon, and a ribbon all of green,Doth she bind those glossy tresses at the pleasant morning's sheen;
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But she lets them flow at sunset in their yellow brightness down.
Oh, the yellow, yellow hair! oh, the glittering yellow hair,
Sweetly flowing, brightly glowing, o'er her neck and shoulders fair!
III
Beyond the tall, great mountains, where sing the wild streams' tides,Amid the airy greenwoods, my lovely maid resides;
And she'll give, when next I meet her, of that hair one ringlet band,
And I'll wear it in my bosom, ever wandering through the land.
Oh, the yellow, yellow hair! oh, the glittering yellow hair,
Sweetly flowing, brightly glowing, o'er her neck and shoulders fair!
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