Sing aloud that she is mine

Sing aloud that she is mine,
O hills, that morn discover!
Of her love I have the sign —
Too sweet to declare.

But know you a maiden's manner
Of revealing to her lover
That 't is he whom she doth favour
The first of them there?

Sing aloud that she is mine,
O hills, that morn discover! &c
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