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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[I' the sunshine o' the Season i' the spring time o' the year]
I' the sunshine o' the Season i' the spring time o' the year
When small birds find their songs agen & wilding flowers appear
When sunshine i' the blue sky was shineing all abroad
I met a lovely fair maid a going down the road
The Shepherds purse & groundsell too were breaking into bloom
& bumble Bees about the flowers beginning where to hum
I met my lovely Dinah a coming down the Glen
The envy o' the lasses & the favourite o' men
When small birds find their songs agen & wilding flowers appear
When sunshine i' the blue sky was shineing all abroad
I met a lovely fair maid a going down the road
The Shepherds purse & groundsell too were breaking into bloom
& bumble Bees about the flowers beginning where to hum
I met my lovely Dinah a coming down the Glen
The envy o' the lasses & the favourite o' men
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I met my lovely Dinah in her handsome gown o' Green
When her cheeks burnt like the rose bush as handsome as a queen
& all about the footpath the diseys silver stars
& pileworts golden studs whose burnish nothing mars
Where littered bye the pathside & all about the grass
& there I went with Dinah a beautifull young Lass
Accross the old inclosure where the birds began to sing
I courted lovely Dinah at the starting o' the Spring
When her cheeks burnt like the rose bush as handsome as a queen
& all about the footpath the diseys silver stars
& pileworts golden studs whose burnish nothing mars
Where littered bye the pathside & all about the grass
& there I went with Dinah a beautifull young Lass
Accross the old inclosure where the birds began to sing
I courted lovely Dinah at the starting o' the Spring
I courted lovely Dinah & thus to her did say
My beautifull young creature sweeter then rose o' May
If you'll be mine love I'll be yours We'll tenderly agree
While the grass upon the ground is green & bloom bursts on the tree
To fondle in each others arms from rising sun till night
& mix untill we loose ourselves in ravishing delight
Where whitethorn shows its tender green & chaffinch builds its nest
O how I love to lean awhile on Dinahs happy breast
My beautifull young creature sweeter then rose o' May
If you'll be mine love I'll be yours We'll tenderly agree
While the grass upon the ground is green & bloom bursts on the tree
To fondle in each others arms from rising sun till night
& mix untill we loose ourselves in ravishing delight
Where whitethorn shows its tender green & chaffinch builds its nest
O how I love to lean awhile on Dinahs happy breast
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