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 | ||
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THE LADYBIRD
Ladybird ladybird where art thou gone E're the daisy was open or the rose it was spread
On the cabbage flower early thy scarlet wings shone I saw thee creep off to the tulip bed
Ladybird ladybird where art thou flown
Thou wert here in the morning before the sun shone
On the cabbage flower early thy scarlet wings shone I saw thee creep off to the tulip bed
Ladybird ladybird where art thou flown
Thou wert here in the morning before the sun shone
Just now up the bowl o' the damson tree You passed the gold lichen and got to the grey
Ladybird ladybird where can you be You climb up the tulips and then fly away
You crept up the flowers while I plucked them just now
And crept to the top and then flew from the flowers
O sleep not so high as the damson tree bough
But come from the dew i' the eldern tree bowers
Ladybird ladybird where can you be You climb up the tulips and then fly away
You crept up the flowers while I plucked them just now
And crept to the top and then flew from the flowers
O sleep not so high as the damson tree bough
But come from the dew i' the eldern tree bowers
Here's lavender trees that would hide a lone mouse
And lavender cotton wi' buttons o' gold
And bushes o' lads love as dry as a house
Here's red pinks and daisies so sweet to behold
Ladybird ladybird come to thy nest
The gold beds i' the rose o the sweet brier tree
Wi rose coloured curtains to pleasure thee best
Come Ladybird back to thy Garden and Me
And lavender cotton wi' buttons o' gold
And bushes o' lads love as dry as a house
Here's red pinks and daisies so sweet to behold
Ladybird ladybird come to thy nest
The gold beds i' the rose o the sweet brier tree
Wi rose coloured curtains to pleasure thee best
Come Ladybird back to thy Garden and Me
The later poems of John Clare | ||