Out of the blackthorn edges
I caught a tune
And before it could vanish, seized
It, wrote it down.
Gave to a girl, so praising
Her eyes, lips and hair
She had little knowing, it was only thorn
Had dreamed of a girl there.
Prettily she thanked me, and never
Guessed any of my deceit...
But O Earth is this the only way
Man may conquer, a girl surrender her sweet?
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