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The Gardener Lad
THE GARDENER—B
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All ye young men, I pray draw near,I'll let you hear my mind
Concerning those who fickle are,
And inconstant as the wind.
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A pretty maid who late livd here,And sweethearts many had,
The gardener-lad he viewd them all,
Just as they came and gaed.
3
The gardener-lad he viewd them all,But swore he had no skill:
‘If I were to go as oft to her,
Ye surely would me kill.
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‘I'm sure she's not a proper maid,I'm sure she is not tall;’
Another young man standing by,
He said, Slight none at all.
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‘For we're all come of woman,’ he said,‘If ye woud call to mind,
And to all women for her sake
Ye surely should be kind.’
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‘The summer hours and warm showersMake the trees yield in the ground,
And kindly words will woman win,
And this maid I'll surround.’
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The maid then stood in her bower-door,As straight as ony wand,
When by it came the gardener-lad,
With his hat in his hand.
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‘Will ye live on fruit,’ he said?‘Or will ye marry me?
And amongst the flowers in my garden
I'll shape a weed for thee.’
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‘I will live on fruit,’ she says,‘But I'll never marry thee;
For I can live without mankind,
And without mankind I'll die.’
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‘Ye shall not live without mankind,If ye'll accept of me;
For among the flowers in my garden
I'll shape a weed for thee.
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‘The lily white to be your smock;Becomes your body best;
And the jelly-flower to be your quill,
And the red rose in your breast.
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‘Your gown shall be o the pingo white,Your petticoat cammovine,
Your apron o the seel o downs;
Come smile, sweet heart o mine!
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‘Your shoes shall be o the gude rue red —Never did I garden ill —
Your stockings o the mary mild;
Come smile, sweet heart, your fill!
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‘Your gloves shall be o the green clover,Comes lockerin to your hand,
Well dropped oer wi blue blavers,
That grow among white land.’
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‘Young man, ye've shap'd a weed for me,In summer among your flowers;
Now I will shape another for you,
Among the winter showers.
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‘The snow so white shall be your shirt;It becomes your body best;
The cold bleak wind to be your coat,
And the cold wind in your breast.
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‘The steed that you shall ride uponShall be o the weather snell,
Well bridled wi the northern wind,
And cold sharp showers o hail.
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‘The hat you on your head shall wearShall be o the weather gray,
And aye when you come into my sight
I'll wish you were away.’
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