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THE REDBREAST'S SONG. 



Come listen unto me, love, 



Beside the eglantine ; 

 Or listen unto me, love, 



Beneath the shady pine. 



I wish not far to roam, love, 



Delighted to entwine, 

 In some sweet rosy, bower, love, 



Thy gentle arms with mine. 



I wish afar from noise, love, 

 From fraud and strife malign, 



With thee, in peace, to dwell, love ; 

 That wish is surely thine ! 



I like a quiet home, love, 

 Where I, and all that's mine, 



In one encircling band move, 

 With thee and all that's thine. 



