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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[My bonny Ann Sharp]
My bonny Ann Sharp
It was rapture to meet thee
My bonny Ann Sharp
It was pleasure to greet thee
With the leaves on the bushes
The meadows all hay
When we sat on green rushes
& courted all day
It was rapture to meet thee
My bonny Ann Sharp
It was pleasure to greet thee
With the leaves on the bushes
The meadows all hay
When we sat on green rushes
& courted all day
When the wild flower close bye us
Was wooed bye the bee
Nought in life gave such joy as
A armfull of thee
My bonny Ann Sharp
Thou art first o' the many
There is nane i' the whole warld
Can equal my Nannie
Was wooed bye the bee
Nought in life gave such joy as
A armfull of thee
My bonny Ann Sharp
Thou art first o' the many
There is nane i' the whole warld
Can equal my Nannie
Its a beautifull place
I still visit my sen
Where wild flowers may blossom
That blossomed there then
My bonnie Ann Sharp
& the grass luiked sae green
That I thought o' thy beauty
Both morning & e'en
I still visit my sen
Where wild flowers may blossom
That blossomed there then
My bonnie Ann Sharp
& the grass luiked sae green
That I thought o' thy beauty
Both morning & e'en
My bonny Ann Sharp
& rich beautys ain Nannie
Thy frowns & ill temper
Would bother me scranny
But bonnie Ann Sharp
Will luik kindly on me
& bonnie Ann Sharp
Is the dearest to me
& rich beautys ain Nannie
Thy frowns & ill temper
Would bother me scranny
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Will luik kindly on me
& bonnie Ann Sharp
Is the dearest to me
Of my manhood the queen
Dearest light o' my e'e
& this sweet simmer scene
But reminds me o thee
O my beautifull Ann
Neath the meadows green tree
Where the clear water ran
I'll thy worshiper be
Dearest light o' my e'e
& this sweet simmer scene
But reminds me o thee
O my beautifull Ann
Neath the meadows green tree
Where the clear water ran
I'll thy worshiper be
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