Oh, didst thou know

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Recitative

Oh! didst thou know the pains of absent love,

Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove.

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Aria

As when the dove laments her love,

all on the naked spray,

when he returns, no more she mourns,

but loves the live-long day.

Billing, cooing, panting, wooing,

melting murmurs fill the grove,

melting murmurs lasting love.