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She sits and combs her hair;
You may think that she is shameless,
but in my eyes she is pure.

Woe is me,my heart is heavy-laden,
If Rachel goes and leaves me,
What am I to do?

People like to talk and gossip all day long,
But I love Rachel so
And her love for me is strong.

When evening follows day,
In cornfields do I stroll —
And if my love is not with me
I languish unconsoled.

You stalks and ears of corn,
Tell Rachel that for her I sigh,
If she'll be away from me too long —
Then I must surely die.