A girl who used to study in a labour school
And who used to graze sometimes,
I mean look after her herd,
But used to come up with the wild flowers
To give to me,
Where that rustic girl,
Where that pastoral love,
Where that mistress?
Where that girl, where that love,
My pastoral love,
The girl of my heart,
Where that humble and poor love,
I search her, search her?
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