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O HEMLOCK tree! O hemlock tree! how faith

ful are thy branches !
Green not alone in summer time,

But in the winter's frost and rime!
O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faith-

ful are thy branches !

O maiden fair! O maiden fair ! how faithless

is thy bosom!
To love me in prosperity,

And leave me in adversity !
O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless

is thy bosom.

The nightingale, the nightingale, thon tak’st

for thine example ;
So long as summer laughs she sings,

But in the autumn spreads her wings. The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st

for thine example.

The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is

mirror of thy falsehood !
It flows so long as falls the rain,

In drought its springs soon dry again. The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is

mirror of thy falsehood.


ANNIE of Tharaw, my true love of old,
She is my life, and my goods, and my gold.

Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again
To me once surrendered in joy and in pain.

Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good, Thou, O my soul, my flesh and my blood !

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or

come snow, We will stand by each other, however it blow.

Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and

pain, Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.

As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so

tall, The more the hail beats, and the more the

rains fall,

So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and

strong, Through crosses, through sorrows, through Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea

manifold wrong.

Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander

alone In a desolate land, where the sun is scarce


flows, Through ice, and through iron, through armies

of foes.

Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sun,
The threads of our two lives are woven in one.

Whate'er I havebidden thee thou hast obey'd, Whatever forbidden thou hast not gainsaid.

How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth,

and one hand ?

Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and

strife, Like a dog and a cat live such man and wife.

Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love;
Thou art my lambkin, my chick, and my


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