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The sun shining clearer
And I drawing nearer,
I could at last behold.
That figure so bold.
Of Mary, my darling.
She picked flowers in the grass;
Most beautiful she was,
And with a certain pride
I beheld that maid so bright,
That Mary, my darling.
At last I reached the bright
And in vain she tried to hide
The tears, that mild and meek
Flow'd upón her tender cheek
When 1 spoke of parting.
I tried to console
The girl's sad soul;
I spoke of love and tenderness,
Of all the joy and happiness,
We should have next time again.
And at last she said then:
»My love you have won
«And when you are gone,
«When you are at labour,
«When of arms the clamour
«Resounds through the halls,
«When you are at the balls,
«And joy in the eyes is sparklin
«Think of Mary, your darling."
