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My heart did her homage, and love was my theme;
She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish?
Pastora to splendor could ne'er yield her hand;
Ah! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish,
O'er her heart love and truth still retain the command.
The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her.
For love, truth, and constancy still is my theme,
Then give me, kind heaven, the cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
Pastora to splendor could ne'er yield her hand;
Ah! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish,
O'er her heart love and truth still retain the command.
The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her.
For love, truth, and constancy still is my theme,
Then give me, kind heaven, the cottager's daughter,
That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream.
DULCE DOMUM.
Deep in a vale a cottage stood,
Oft sought by travellers weary,
And long it prov'd the blest abode
Oft sought by travellers weary,
And long it prov'd the blest abode
