My Beloved
On the mountain top
Dancing with a swaggering hop
Leaping along with swinging head
Flashy the sky with twinkling stead
Lonely the autumn made me
Softly the whisper kin she
Winkling my leads gets down
Arouse my nerves went round
Ache in my head was her love
Gentle, kind and kin like a dove
Sighing so hard around the garden
Bristly grabs waged be sudden
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