How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field-The Fugs

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[00:07.44]How sweet I roam'd from field to field
[00:13.77]And tasted all the summer's pride
[00:20.07]'Till I the prince of love beheld
[00:26.19]Who in the sunny beams did glide
[00:33.48]He shew'd me lilies for my hair
[00:39.39]And blushing roses for my brow
[00:45.45]He led me through his gardens fair
[00:51.51]Where all his golden pleasures grow
[00:59.52]With sweet May dews my wings were wet
[01:05.55]And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
[01:11.82]He caught me in his silken net
[01:17.67]And shut me in his golden cage
[01:25.98]He loves to sit and hear me sing
[01:32.10]Then laughing sports and plays with me
[01:38.37]Then stretches out my golden wing
[01:44.28]And mocks my loss of liberty