The same old story told again-- br The maiden droops her head, br The ripening glow of her crimson cheek br Is answering in her stead. br The pleading tone of a trembling voice br Is telling her the way br He loved her when his heart was young br In Youth's sunshiny day: br The trembling tongue, the longing tone, br Imploringly ask why br They can not be as happy now br As in the days gone by. br And two more hearts, tumultuous br With overflowing joy, br Are dancing to the music br Which that dear, provoking boy br Is twanging on his bowstring, br As, fluttering his wings, br He sends his love-charged arrows br While merrily be sings: br 'Ho! ho! my dainty maiden, br It surely can not be br You are thinking you are master br Of your heart, when it is me.' br And another gleaming arrow br Does the little god's behest, br And the dainty little maiden br Falls upon her lover's breast. br 'The same old story told again,' br And listened o'er and o'er, br Will still be new, and pleasing, too, br Till 'Time shall be no more.