The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[Ere Meggy left hur mam an' dad]
Ere Meggy left hur mam an' dad
For Lunnun in a swither
O lud whot happy deys we had
A'tentin she'p togither
But now these happy days are oer
And happy as they were
They on'y make me fret the more
Fo' looseing o' my dear
For Lunnun in a swither
O lud whot happy deys we had
A'tentin she'p togither
But now these happy days are oer
And happy as they were
They on'y make me fret the more
Fo' looseing o' my dear
And now w'en I am forc'd to see
What she had us'd to like
That poor-old-oak her pritty tree
And thender runnin' dyke
It makes me mope and wine an' sigh
And feel so very quere
That then I'm aulaus' fit to die
Wi misin' o' my dear
What she had us'd to like
That poor-old-oak her pritty tree
And thender runnin' dyke
It makes me mope and wine an' sigh
And feel so very quere
That then I'm aulaus' fit to die
Wi misin' o' my dear
And now ye ba-lam's hold yo'r tong'es
Go lie ye down to sleep
Ye thrushes too gie oer yo'r songs
Or out o' hearin keep
For Meggy lov'd you as my sen'
But meggy is'n't here
And now you mek me fret agen
Wi' thinkin o' my dear
Go lie ye down to sleep
Ye thrushes too gie oer yo'r songs
Or out o' hearin keep
For Meggy lov'd you as my sen'
But meggy is'n't here
And now you mek me fret agen
Wi' thinkin o' my dear
An' o ye flowers o' Meggy's choise
Ye cows laps hung wi' dew
That tell how meggy wou'd rejoice
If she could be wi' you
Now alaus keep below the gres
An' never more appear
You on'y h'i'ten my Distress
To mind me o' my Dear
Ye cows laps hung wi' dew
That tell how meggy wou'd rejoice
If she could be wi' you
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An' never more appear
You on'y h'i'ten my Distress
To mind me o' my Dear
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