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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MY LOVE IN DISHABILLE |
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MY LOVE IN DISHABILLE
T'was in the month of April when birds all merry sing
I took a walk to Kingsthorp right early i' the spring
I took a walk to Kingsthorp right early i' the day
And there I met my true love go barefoot by the way
I took a walk to Kingsthorp right early i' the spring
I took a walk to Kingsthorp right early i' the day
And there I met my true love go barefoot by the way
Her ancles they were handsome and lovely was her feet
Her face was like an Irish girls and beautifully sweet
She passed me like a stranger I think I see her still
I could not tell my own true love in such a dissabille
Her face was like an Irish girls and beautifully sweet
She passed me like a stranger I think I see her still
I could not tell my own true love in such a dissabille
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Her eyes were like two diamonds and a woman all complete
I could have knelt on both my knees and kissed her very feet
I loved her where I passed and love her dearly still
But I could not tell my own true love in such a disabille
I could have knelt on both my knees and kissed her very feet
I loved her where I passed and love her dearly still
But I could not tell my own true love in such a disabille
She passed me by in silence I passed her by the same
I could not tell her person I did not know her name
But her person I love dearly and I love her dearly still
Though I did not know my own true love in rags and disabille
I could not tell her person I did not know her name
But her person I love dearly and I love her dearly still
Though I did not know my own true love in rags and disabille
| The later poems of John Clare | |