A Hill Song

The snow is on the hills, the hills so cold and high.
I saw a maiden of the hills, graceful and fair, pass by.

I saw a maiden of the hills, graceful and fair, pass by,
And I towards her went with great courtesy.

And I towards her went with great courtesy.
" Will you, " said I, " lady, of my company? "

" Will you, " said I, " lady, of my company? "
But " Sir Knight, pass on your way, " said she unto me.
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Gil Vicente
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