Marta, rambling rose of the wild wood,
Marta, with your fragrance divine.
Marta, when I look for your love light,
I awake with a sigh,
And I find you are gone.
All in vain I've been dreaming
Of a love light that's beaming.
In my dreams I caress you,
In my arms fondly press you.
Now my hoping is ended,
It was never intended.
You're just coquetting,
I'd be forgetting,
But you are not letting me dear.
Marta, rambling rose of the wild wood,
Marta, with your fragrance divine.
Rosebud of the days of my childhood,
Watched you bloom in the wild wood,
And I hope you'd be mine.
Marta, now your eyes beam at twilight,
Sparkling, like each dewdrop at dawn.
Marta, when I look for your love light,
I awake with a sigh,
And I find you are gone!

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