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 once I loved a pretty girl]
O once I loved a pretty girl
Which caused my heart to ache
With ruby lips & teeth o' pearl
& eyes none could forsake
O she was fair & more then fair
A wild flower of the vale
None in the village could compare
With my sweet Susan Gale
Which caused my heart to ache
With ruby lips & teeth o' pearl
& eyes none could forsake
O she was fair & more then fair
A wild flower of the vale
None in the village could compare
With my sweet Susan Gale
Sweet is the bloom o' the wild brere
That scents the morning dew
& sweet the woodbine flowers appear
That hedges bring to view
Primroses in the old green lane
That scent the evening pale
But there's one flower as sweet again
My own Sweet Susan Gale
That scents the morning dew
& sweet the woodbine flowers appear
That hedges bring to view
Primroses in the old green lane
That scent the evening pale
But there's one flower as sweet again
My own Sweet Susan Gale
O Susan Gale O Susan Gale
How beautifull thou art
Thy face turns many faces pale
& chills through many an heart
The fairest flower in wood & hill
The first in every vale
Is one would turn a saints heart chill
My bonny Susan Gale
How beautifull thou art
Thy face turns many faces pale
& chills through many an heart
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The first in every vale
Is one would turn a saints heart chill
My bonny Susan Gale
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