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G7 C C7 F
F C Em/Am D7
G7 C C7 F
F/Fm C G7 C
C/F C F/C Em/Am
Am/F C F/C D7
G7 C/C7 F C/Am
Am Am/Em F/G7 C
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1. Would God I were the tender apple blossom
F C Em Am D7
That floats and falls from off the twisted bough,
G7 C C7 F
To lie and faint within your silken bosom,
Fm C G C
Within your silken bosom as that does now!
F C F C Em Am
Or would I were a little burnish'd ap - ple
F C F C D7
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold,
G7 C C7 F C Am
While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple,
Em F G7 C
Your robe of lawn, and your hair's spun gold.
2. Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between,
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses,
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing,
A happy daisy, in the garden path;
That so your silver foot might press me going,
Might press me going even unto death.
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