LAST NIGHT BEING WINDY

Lst night being windy, I slept unsound
I dreamt my true love could not be found.
I searched those green fields and mountains high
For the lad I love is a sailor boy..

Johnny, Johnny, I love you well
I love you better than my lips can tell
I love you better than my parents too
I'd forsake them all and I'd go with you.

There is an alehouse all in this town
And there my love he goes in and out.
He takes his lassie upon his knee
Right well you know that it vexes me.

The reason he takes her, I'll tell you why
For she has got more gold than I.
That her gold may melt and her riches fly
And that she may be as poor as I!

I wish, I wish that I got my wish.
I wish my love was a little fish.
And I to be fishing along the brook
I would catch my love with a line and hook!

I wish, I wish, and I wish again
I wish I was a maid again!
A maid I am and a maid I'll be
Until an apple grows on a laurel tree,

From the singing of Elizabeth Cronin.
Note: a rather grand collection of the usual suspect type of verses.

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