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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 | The later poems of John Clare |  |
THEE I LOVE BONNY LASSIE O
Thee I love and ever will bonny Lassie O
Let us gang up maple hill bonny Lassie O
While the thrush is singing there And the oakwood darken fair
Hasten and meet me there bonny Lassie O
Let us gang up maple hill bonny Lassie O
While the thrush is singing there And the oakwood darken fair
Hasten and meet me there bonny Lassie O
Corn bottles more than blue bonny Lassie O
And corn poppies scarlet hue bonny Lassie O
And the rose and the wild brere Crowds wi' blooms and summer here
So gang up maple hill bonny Lassie O
And corn poppies scarlet hue bonny Lassie O
And the rose and the wild brere Crowds wi' blooms and summer here
So gang up maple hill bonny Lassie O
Sky larks are in the air bonny Lassie O
The brook rins o'er pebbles fair bonny Lassie O
On its banks we'll love so chaste Wi' my arms about thy waist
So come up maple hill bonny Lassie O
The brook rins o'er pebbles fair bonny Lassie O
On its banks we'll love so chaste Wi' my arms about thy waist
So come up maple hill bonny Lassie O
When the blackbird's on her nest bonny Lassie O
Wi the morn dew on her breast bonny Lassie O
Come a milking by the hills And we'll [sit] and love our fill
By the rutty rifted road bonny Lassie O
Wi the morn dew on her breast bonny Lassie O
Come a milking by the hills And we'll [sit] and love our fill
By the rutty rifted road bonny Lassie O
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By the bonny white thorn bush bonny Lassie O
Where hides the linnet and the thrush bonny Lassie O
When the mist is on the Pea I will sit and uggle thee
Wi' my arms about thy neck bonny Lassie O
Where hides the linnet and the thrush bonny Lassie O
When the mist is on the Pea I will sit and uggle thee
Wi' my arms about thy neck bonny Lassie O
| The later poems of John Clare | |