Songs of the Cavaliers and Roundheads Jacobite Ballads, &c. &c. By George W. Thornbury ... with illustrations by H. S. Marks |
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A YEAR AGO; OR, THE DEAD TWELVEMONTH. |
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A YEAR AGO; OR, THE DEAD TWELVEMONTH.
Where's the maiden with downcast eyes,
And voice all whispers, murmurs and sighs,
Breath like the flowers, when the west winds blow?
God o' mercy! why, lord, I trow
(Other men have broken a vow),
She's dead and buried a year ago!
And voice all whispers, murmurs and sighs,
Breath like the flowers, when the west winds blow?
God o' mercy! why, lord, I trow
(Other men have broken a vow),
She's dead and buried a year ago!
Where's the friend, so gentle and calm,
With his soft hand pressing your sturdier arm,
And his ready greeting and clasp, I trow?
God o' mercy! why death, sir, broke
That friend's meek heart with a sudden stroke!
He's dead and buried this year ago!
With his soft hand pressing your sturdier arm,
And his ready greeting and clasp, I trow?
God o' mercy! why death, sir, broke
That friend's meek heart with a sudden stroke!
He's dead and buried this year ago!
Then where's the child I saw you kiss,
Your old face flushed with a father's bliss,
As he on your knees leaped to and fro?
O God o' mercy! the turf's still green
Over the youngster's grave, I ween;
He's dead and buried a year ago!
Your old face flushed with a father's bliss,
As he on your knees leaped to and fro?
O God o' mercy! the turf's still green
Over the youngster's grave, I ween;
He's dead and buried a year ago!
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