Hark, 'tis the faintest dawn of Spring,

Hark, 'tis the faintest dawn of Spring,

 

So still the dew drops whispering

So still the dew drops whispering

 

Is loud upon the violets;

Is loud upon the violets;

 

Here in this garden of Pierrettes'

Here in this garden of Pierrettes'

 

Where Pierrot waits, ah, hasten Sweet,

Where Pierrot waits, ah, hasten Sweet,

 

And hear; on dainty, tripping feet

And hear; on dainty, tripping feet

 

She comes—the little, glad coquette.

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