I'm happy, I'm happy, I saw my love to-day. He came along the crowded street, By all the ladies gay, And oh, he smiled and spoke to me Before he went his way. My throat was tight with happiness, I couldn't say a word, My heart was beating fast, so fast I'm sure he must have heard; And when he passed, I trembled like A little frightened bird. I wish I were the flower-girl Who waits beside the way, I'd give my flowers all to him And see him every day; I wish I were the flower-girl Who waits beside the way.
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