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There is my lover, lingering
long at the golden court of the king.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
There are girls there whose looks entrance
but my love\'s eyes don\'t spare them a glance.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
Fair flowers, the summer morning is fair
but fairer my love\'s eyes, his air.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
The birds they sing from a lovely throat
but lovelier is my darling\'s note.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
Honey and cake are sweet on the platter
but my love\'s lips are a different matter.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
When shall I see that day of joy--
walking and talking beside my boy!
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
Autumn is fast of the heels of summer
and yet my darling is a slow comer.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
Come, come, my darling, homeward, and hurry
or I shall die of longing and worry.
Ah my lovebird, ah my darling:
now you do not come!
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