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Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart,
She moves in the pantry quietly apart;
There she pours the flour,
There she kneads the dough.
To an isle in the water with her I would go.
Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart,
She moves in the parlor quietly apart;
She stands against the window,
All in the fire glow.
To an isle in the water with her I would go.
Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart,
She moves in the chamber quietly apart;
And there she smoothes the linen,
And fluffs the pillows so.
To an isle in the water with her I would go.
But I cannot sail for my boat has holes,
So I rumple her pillow and I stir the coals;
And in the parlor,
I guess she knows.
To an isle in the water with her I would go.
