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02 Nov 05 - 01:39 AM (#1595544) Subject: Please identify this song From: Lynda Finn Heard sung by John Amis of 'My Music' fame on the BBC over 20 years ago, and I've been looking for it ever since. "What can I offer my love so free To make his Christmas worthily The partridge had flown from our pear tree. Flown with the summers are the swans and geese Milkmaids and drummers would leave him little peace I've no gold ring and no turtle dove So what can I bring to my true love? He shall have all I can best afford A fine fat hen for his Christmas board No pipers playing, no leaping lord But two little daughters versed in the role to be worn, like pinks, in his buttonhole And the tree of my heart with its carolling linnet My evergreen heart - and the bright bird in it." Many thanks. Lynda |
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02 Nov 05 - 09:58 PM (#1596138) Subject: RE: Please identify this song:What Can I Offer My Love From: Peace refresh |
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29 Nov 11 - 10:22 AM (#3265451) Subject: RE: Please identify this song:What Can I Offer My Love From: Jim Dixon refresh again! |
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29 Nov 11 - 03:09 PM (#3265610) Subject: RE: Please identify this song:What Can I Offer My Love From: Mick Pearce (MCP) Poem by Phyllis McGinley :All The Days of Christmas Mick |
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29 Nov 11 - 05:45 PM (#3265723) Subject: RE: Please identify this song:What Can I Offer My Love From: GUEST,leeneia Good poem. Thanks, Mike. |
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30 Nov 11 - 12:26 AM (#3265853) Subject: ADD: All the Days of Christmas (Phyllis McGinley) From: Joe Offer I think I'll post this, just so we're sure we have it: Source: http://www.savhandbook.co.uk/content/all-days-christmas (link from Mick Pearce) This poem by Phyllis McGinley, an American poet and writer for the New Yorker, takes some of the features of the perennially-popular 'Twelve Days of Christmas' and weaves them into a meditation on family and love against the backdrop of the modern festive season. ALL THE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (Phyllis McGinley) What shall my true love Have from me To pleasure his Christmas Wealthily? The partridge has flown From our pear tree. Flown with our summers, Are the swans, the geese. Milkmaids and drummers Would leave him little peace. I've no gold ring And no turtle dove. So what can I bring To my true love? A coat for the drizzle, Chosen at the store; A saw and a chisel For mending the door; A pair of red slippers To slip on his feet; Three striped neckties; Something sweet. He shall have all I can best afford - No pipers, piping, No leaping Lord, But a fine fat hen For his Christmas board; Two pretty daughters (Versed in the role) To be worn like pinks In his buttonhole; And the tree of my heart With its calling linnet, My evergreen heart And the bright bird in it. |