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11 Jun 04 - 10:06 AM (#1205127) Subject: Lyr Add: Down in Yon Meadows From: *#1 PEASANT* 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. X: 1 T:Down in Yon Meadows M:3/4 L:1/8 S:Polwarth O:| K:A |E2| A G A2 B2|{A} =G F E4| A G A2 B c| d c B4| d d c2 e c| B A d2 c2| A A E2 (FD)| C E A2|| |