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Blue sapphires are those eyes of thine,
So innocent, my sweeting;
And ah! thrice happy is the man
To whom they give Love's greeting.
Thy heart it is a diamond
That fires divine hath captured;
And ah! thrice happy is the man
For whom it glows enraptured.
Red rubies are those lips of thine,
Lovely beyond expression;
And ah! thrice happy he to whom
They make Love's sweet confession.
Oh that I knew the happy man!
That I might find him wending
His lonely way thro' the green wood—
His bliss would have an ending!
So innocent, my sweeting;
And ah! thrice happy is the man
To whom they give Love's greeting.
Thy heart it is a diamond
That fires divine hath captured;
And ah! thrice happy is the man
For whom it glows enraptured.
Red rubies are those lips of thine,
Lovely beyond expression;
And ah! thrice happy he to whom
They make Love's sweet confession.
Oh that I knew the happy man!
That I might find him wending
His lonely way thro' the green wood—
His bliss would have an ending!
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