Come hither,oh ye prince charming
where art thou lost?
thy maiden fair awaits thy coming
for thee,she misses most
thy sweet face she longs to see
in her hands a welcoming wreath
she hath vowed to wait for thee
till she draws her last breath
she counteth hour upon hour
she sees each day go by
sitting in her garden bower
she heaves a longing sigh
but no sure sign of thee
does the coming road show
"has my prince forgotten me?"
was the maidens woe

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