My heart doth wile.
Under the beechen shade
I watch and sigh,
Trembling to meet the maid,
I know not why.
Smiling away my heart,
Artfully, without art,
Playing the coquette's part,
She trips me by.
My heart doth wile.
Under the beechen shade
I watch and sigh,
Trembling to meet the maid,
I know not why.
Smiling away my heart,
Artfully, without art,
Playing the coquette's part,
She trips me by.