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Poems and Lancashire Songs

By Edwin Waugh. Fourth Edition, With Additions
 

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OH! WEAVE A GARLAND FOR MY BROW.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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OH! WEAVE A GARLAND FOR MY BROW.

I

Oh! weave a garland for my brow,
Of roses and of rue;
For once I loved a bonny lass,—
Alas, she was not true!
But when she slighted all my grief,
I knew that grief was vain,
And I hid the wound that pained my heart,
Until it healed again.

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II

Then, gentle lover, pine no more,—
Thy tenderness is blind;
Sighing to one whose heart is cold
Will never make her kind.
Go, take some comfort to thy breast—
The world is fair to see—
And on some genial bosom rest
Whose pulses beat for thee.