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AmLove burns in a Emyoung man's heart
FHe would give her the Emmoon and the stars
And Dmall the Treasures of the AmPharaohs for
A Gmoment in her aFrms
AmTo the Ball with Em7him she will Emgo
FIf he brings her a Cred, red rose
DmBut there is only a Amrose of white
GIn his garden gFreen
And calling up Gto the sky F
The birds heard his Glonely cry
"CSing for her, sweet Nightingale
FTell her of my Glove
CBring for her, sweet Nightingale
A Fred, red Grose of Clove
AmSaid the tree to the EmNightingale
F"Upon this thorn you Cmust impale
Dmyour heart, and then the Amblood
Will Gturn this white rose Fred"
AmAll night, the Emlittle bird sang
FBut in the morning Cshe was gone
DmAnd beside her Amon the ground
GLay a red, red Frose
When the boy Gfound it there
FJoy came from Ghis despair
"You Csang for her, sweet Nightingale
You Ftold her of my Glove
You Cbring for her, sweet Nightingale
This Fred, red Grose of Clove"
ESo he brought her the beautiful Brose
"ETo the Ball with me you'll Bgo"
"But Cno," she Dsaid
"I have Gjewels DinCstead
AAmnother has won my Dheart
And from Amyou, now I must Dpart
So, Amtake your foolish Drose and Ego!"
CFGCFGC
CSing for her, sweet Nightingale
FSing from heaven aGbove
CBring for her, sweet Nightingale
The Fwisdom Gthat is Clove
The Fwisdom Gthat is Clove
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