The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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SALLY FRISBY
Song
Sally Frisby's fair & bonny
Frae the bosom to the feet
Rose & lily there's not ony
Half sae fair & half sae sweet
As hedge woodbine's streaks o' red
Bonny Sally's far more dear
Her healthy hue o' white & red
Is like the rose upo' the brere
Frae the bosom to the feet
Rose & lily there's not ony
Half sae fair & half sae sweet
As hedge woodbine's streaks o' red
Bonny Sally's far more dear
Her healthy hue o' white & red
Is like the rose upo' the brere
Bonny Sally blooming Sally
Fairest flower of a' the town
I' the woodbine lane to dally
& walk wi' Sally up & down
The woodbine to the summer dear
Is nothing half sae sweet
The hue of roses on the brere
Turns pale thy face to meet
Fairest flower of a' the town
I' the woodbine lane to dally
& walk wi' Sally up & down
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Is nothing half sae sweet
The hue of roses on the brere
Turns pale thy face to meet
There is a colour on thy cheek
A brightness in thy eye
Twere vain in any flower to seek
Or any painted sky
There is a rose upon thy cheek
Not found on any tree
There is a ruby on thy lip
Not found in either sea
A brightness in thy eye
Twere vain in any flower to seek
Or any painted sky
There is a rose upon thy cheek
Not found on any tree
There is a ruby on thy lip
Not found in either sea
Dew drops that upon heath bells lye
Their colour shining through
Is just the hue o' thy bright eye
& half as luvly too
We'll wander down the pebbly brook
Where clearest waters dally
& hide us i' the ‘clover nook’
Myself & beautious Sally
Their colour shining through
Is just the hue o' thy bright eye
& half as luvly too
We'll wander down the pebbly brook
Where clearest waters dally
& hide us i' the ‘clover nook’
Myself & beautious Sally
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