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One sunny time in May

When lambs were sporting,

The sap ran in the spray

And I went courting,

And all the apple boughs

Were bright with blossom,

I picked an early rose

For my love's bosom.

And then I met her friend,

Down by the water,

Who cried “She's met her end,

That gray-eyed daughter;

That voice of hers is stilled

Her beauty broken.”

O me, my love is killed,

My love unspoken.

She was too sweet, too dear,

To die so cruel,

O Death, why leave me here

And take my jewel?

Her voice went to the bone,

So true, so ringing,

And now I go alone,

Winter or springing.