We pledged our hearts, my love and I,–
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not guess the reason why,
But, oh! I trembled like an aspen.
Her father’s love she bade me gain;
I went, but shook like any reed!
I strove to act the man–in vain!
We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
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