My mistress has a twinkle in her eyes
What a mischievous twinkle!
The day has just been born
Enjoying still its liberty
From the sun’s oppressive heat
My mistress rises and puts on
The sandals on her feet
And then into the garden goes
And starts to sing a lay
A lay of love I think – as yesterday
Did our nightingale!
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