When maiden loves, she sits and sighs, She wanders to and fro; Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes, And to all questions she replies, With a sad heigho! `Tis but a little word - "heigho!" So soft, `tis scarcely heard - "heigho!" An idle breath - Yet life and death May hang upon a maid`s "heigho!" When maiden loves, she mopes apart, As owl mopes on a tree; Although she keenly feels the smart, She cannot tell what ails her heart, With its sad "Ah me!" `Tis but a foolish sigh - "Ah me!" Born but to droop and die - "Ah me!" Yet all the sense Of eloquence Lies hidden in a maid`s "Ah me!"SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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