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The evening star is up, my dear.
And oh ! the night is sweet.
Come through the heavy drops that bend
The grasses at your feet.
For I am young and I am strong
And well can work for two.
And ’tis a year, come Martinmas,
I’ve loved no lass but you.
And, in a year, come Martinmas,
Before the fields are sown,
I will not need to walk nor stray
Between the lights alone.
For then the cot beyond the farm
A happy man will hold,
A wife who wears a golden ring
To match her hair of gold.
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