Little Green Tree

I met under a little green tree
A boy whom I know not his name
We laughed and we argued
What a wholesome time indeed
Till he had to leave
He called me his lover
And I chastised him so
“A lover is dirty!” I said to him though
He was sweet and enduring
His heart just seemed to glow
So he called me his lover
But only his lover though.

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