I thought that she would love me
A sweet and cheerful lady
Now, how can I begin to write
My heart is deeply broken
Tears are the ink of my pen!
The nightingales of this night
Have ended their longing flight
How sad, they have no songs to sing
Their calm and soft voice turn shrill
Like the echoes 'round the hill.
Lady, how can I be merry
If you turn away from me?
You don't understand what I feel
For your heart and eyes were blind
You always left me behind.
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