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No. 7 - Song - Hélène - "Love among the daisies."
| Hélène: | Love, they say, grew tired of town, Vanish'd was his old renown; Wooers false and ladies gay Turned him from their doors away. "Now," quoth he, "'tis time to change, To the countryside I'll go, Over hill and dale I'll range, Where the simple daisies grow!" Love, Love, Love among the daisies Sadly went his way. And as he stray'd he met a maid, Who said "Young sir, good-day-- If you be Love, as I think you be, You're sure of a welcome warm from me; So come and make your home," said she, "In the heart of a country maiden." |
| Love, they say, grew tired of town, Vanish'd was his old renown; Wooers false and ladies gay Turned him from their doors away. "Now," quoth he, "'tis time to change, To the countryside I'll go, Over hill and dale I'll range, Where the simple daisies grow!" Love, Love, Love among the daisies Sadly went his way. And as he stray'd he met a maid, Who said "Young sir, good-day-- If you be Love, as I think you be, You're sure of a welcome warm from me; So come and make your home," said she, "In the heart of a country maiden." |
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Page modified 15 November 2016