Lyr Add: Down in Yon Meadows

Subject: Lyr Add: Down in Yon Meadows
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 11 Jun 04 - 10:06 AM

Down in Yon Meadows

Down in yon meadows fresh and gay,
Plucking flowers the other day,
Plucking flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love co'd do.

Where love is planted there it grows,
It buds and blossoms like any rose,
Such a sweet and a pleasant smell,
All flowers on earth it does excell.

There Thousands thousands all in a room,
My loves she carryes the highest bloom,
Surely she must be some chosen one,
I will have her or I will have none.

I put my hand into the bush,
Thinking the sweetest rose to find,
But I prick'd my finger to the bone,
And left the sweetest rose behind.

I spy'd a ship sailing on the sea,
Laden as deep as she could be,
But not so deep as in love I am,
I care not whether she sink or swim.

Must I be bound and she go free,
Must I love one that loves not me,
Why should I act such a childish part,
For to love a girl that should break my heart.




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