| Did you not hear my lady
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| Go down the garden singing?
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| Blackbird and thrush were silent
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| To hear the alleys ringing
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| O saw you not my lady
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| Out in the garden there?
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| Shaming the rose and lily
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| For she is twice as fair
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| Though I am nothing to her
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| Though she must rarely look at me
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| And though I could never woo her
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| I love her till I die
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| Surely you heard my lady
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| Go down the garden singing?
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| Silencing all the songbirds
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| And setting the alleys ringing
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| But surely you see my lady
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| Out in the garden there
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| Rivalling the glittering sunshine
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| With a glory of golden hair |