 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
PROTESTATIONS.
I
If the apple growOn the apple-tree;
And the wild wind blow
O'er the wild wood free;
And the deep stream flow
To the deeper sea;
And they cannot help growing,
And blowing, and flowing,
I cannot help loving thee.
II
Yet if wild winds blewNever more on the lea;
And no blossoms grew
On the healthy tree;
And the river untrue
Escaped the sea;
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And growing, and flowing,
I'd ne'er cease loving thee.
III
And till that hour,In the day or night;
In the bield or bower,
In the dark or bright;
In the fruit or the flower,
In the bloom or the blight:
In my reaping or sowing,
My coming or going,
I'll ne'er cease loving thee.
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