Sweetheart, sigh no more

It was with doubt and trembling

I whispered in her ear.

Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough,

That all the world may hear --

Sweetheart, sigh no more!

Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,

Upon the wayside tree,

How fair she is, how true she is,

How dear she is to me --

Sweetheart, sigh no more!

Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,

And through the summer long

The winds among the clover-tops

And brooks, for all their silvery stops,

Shall envy you the song --

Sweetheart, sigh no more!