AH! my heart is weary waiting,
    Waiting for the May,—
Waiting for the pleasant rambles
Where the fragrant hawthorn-brambles,
  With the woodbine alternating,
    Scent the dewy way.
  Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
    Waiting for the May.

  Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
    Longing for the May,—
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