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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[O Love is so decieving]
O Love is so decieving
Like bee's it wears a sting
I thought it true believing
But its no such a thing
They smile but to decieve you
They kiss & then they leave you
Speak truth they wont believe you
Their honey wears a Sting
Like bee's it wears a sting
I thought it true believing
But its no such a thing
They smile but to decieve you
They kiss & then they leave you
Speak truth they wont believe you
Their honey wears a Sting
What's the use o' pretty faces
Ruby Lips & cheeks so red
Flowers grows in pleasant places
So does a maidenhead
The fairest wont believe you
The foulest all decieve you
The many laugh & grieve you
Untill your coffin dead
Ruby Lips & cheeks so red
Flowers grows in pleasant places
So does a maidenhead
The fairest wont believe you
The foulest all decieve you
The many laugh & grieve you
Untill your coffin dead
| The later poems of John Clare | |