my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles
With the woodbine alternating
Oh, my heart is weary waiting,
Oh, my heart is sick with longing,
longing to escape from study
To the young face fair and ruddy,
An d the thousand charms belonging
Oh, my heart is sick with longing,
Oh, my heart is so well sighing,
sighing for the sure returning
when the summer beams are burning.
Hopes and flowers that did all die
Oh, my heart is so well -sighing,
Waiting sad, dejected, weary,
Spring goes by with wasted warnings,
Summer comes, yet dark and dreary,
The man who's ever weary, weary,
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