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My Croodling Dove.
I
Oh, have you seen my bosom's queen?Oh, have you seen my dear?
She's stolen the summer from the scene,
And left the winter here!
If you should meet those eyes so sweet,
I warn you to beware;
They'll plant love's dart deep in your heart,
And leave it in despair!
Chorus—
Oh, my love, my only love;There's witchery about thee!
My little bright-eyed croodling dove,
I cannot live without thee!
II
The green field lights up with her smile;The daisies kiss her feet;
The cowslip nods with dainty wile,
To catch her glances sweet;
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To greet that lovely face,
And every sweet its dour sends
To win my darling's grace!
Chorus—
Oh, my love, my only love;There's witchery about thee!
III
The sunshine dallies with her hairTill evening shades steal on,
And still, enamoured, lingers there
Long after daylight's gone;
And there all night, in slumbers sweet,
The lovesick truant lies,
And peeps out from her curls to meet
The morning in her eyes!
Chorus—
Oh, my love, my only love;There's witchery about thee!
IV
The young winds follow her all day,Like lovers in the wake,
With many a fond complaining lay,
Still sighing for her sake;
They crowd about her rosy lips
Their nectar'd sweets to win;
And chase her, as away she trips,
To taste her breath again!
Chorus—
Oh, my love, my only love;There's witchery about thee!
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V
The wild birds listen to her songWith sweet and glad surprise;
The rain-drops halt in downward throng
To look into her eyes:
She fills the rosy glow of day
With love's enchanting light,
And when she takes herself away
It might as well be night!
Chorus—
Oh, my love, my only love;There's witchery about thee!
My little bright-eyed croodling dove,
I cannot live without thee!
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