The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[If one summers day ye will bid care adieu love]
If one summers day ye will bid care adieu love
If one summers day yell take me for your true love
& down in the valley sweet pleasures pursue love
Yell think ont wi joy to the hour that ye dye
Ill take ye to seats that are soft wi green rushes
Ill take ye to bowers that are sweet wi rose bushes
Ill take ye to springs that oer white pebles rushes
& sings to your slumbers a wild lullaby
If one summers day yell take me for your true love
& down in the valley sweet pleasures pursue love
Yell think ont wi joy to the hour that ye dye
Ill take ye to seats that are soft wi green rushes
Ill take ye to bowers that are sweet wi rose bushes
Ill take ye to springs that oer white pebles rushes
& sings to your slumbers a wild lullaby
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So come my sweet lassey & bid care adieu love
& say it I will & vow to ye true love
That you I admire & alone admire you love
What ere be the doubts brings the tear in yer eye
So throw by yer fears & once but believe me
& then ye will see if I meant to decieve thee
& then ye will prove love I neve[r] will leave thee
Nor make ye repent till the day that ye dye
& say it I will & vow to ye true love
That you I admire & alone admire you love
What ere be the doubts brings the tear in yer eye
So throw by yer fears & once but believe me
& then ye will see if I meant to decieve thee
& then ye will prove love I neve[r] will leave thee
Nor make ye repent till the day that ye dye
| The early poems of John Clare | |