Sweet Venevil ran with her ligt young feet
Her lover to meet
Her lover to greet
She sang and her voice o'er the church roof rang
Good day good day
Good day good day
And all the little songbirds
They gailly sang with her
On midsummer night there is dance and delight
But alas little sure I am
That she'll ever be his bride
SHe wove him a wreath of flowers blue
As my eyes so blue my eyes so true
He took it and threw it and took it again
Farewell my love farewell farewell
He bounded over the meadows rejoicing all the way
On midsummer night there is dance and delight
But alas little sure I am
That she'll ever be his bride

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