O my pity heart
I love a maiden who can never be mine
she dwells in a land away the hill shine.
Beside deep valley,near the brook
o my poor heart!no corner no nook.
Whenever I see those flowers of vale
I welcome them full, I smell,I hail
the fragrance of love singing far away
A swing of melody echoes and sway.
O my pity heart !you do not lament
your love is strong,it will invent
a path to her heart , a passage to her soul.
She sure will come no part but whole.
My pledges, my oaths , my prayer will work
they surly will reach and make her jerk.
I love a maiden who can never be mine
she dwells in a land away the hill shine.
Beside deep valley,near the brook
o my poor heart!no corner no nook.
Whenever I see those flowers of vale
I welcome them full, I smell,I hail
the fragrance of love singing far away
A swing of melody echoes and sway.
O my pity heart !you do not lament
your love is strong,it will invent
a path to her heart , a passage to her soul.
She sure will come no part but whole.
My pledges, my oaths , my prayer will work
they surly will reach and make her jerk.
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