Ah! My heart is weary waiting, waiting for the May, waiting for the pleasant rambles where the fragrant hawthorn brambles. Where the woodbine alternating, scent the dewy way. Ah! My heart is weary, waiting, waiting for the May.

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Ah! My heart is weary waiting, waiting for the May, waiting for the pleasant rambles where the fragrant hawthorn brambles. Where the woodbine alternating, scent the dewy way. Ah! My heart is weary, waiting, waiting for the May.