Songs and Lyrics By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised |
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Mary of Crofton.
Ah! a lovely jewel was Mary of Crofton,
And now she is cold in the clay,
We think of the heart-cheering image as often
As we pass down the old waggon way.
And now she is cold in the clay,
We think of the heart-cheering image as often
As we pass down the old waggon way.
So endearing and winning her bearing, the cherry
The heart of the stoic entranced;
While yet her wee feet beat a measure as merry
As ever by damsel was danced.
The heart of the stoic entranced;
While yet her wee feet beat a measure as merry
As ever by damsel was danced.
Her voice had a sweetness that only the silly
Bit linnet to vie it might seek;
And the rose in her hair was a daffodowndilly
Compared with the rose on her cheek.
Bit linnet to vie it might seek;
And the rose in her hair was a daffodowndilly
Compared with the rose on her cheek.
Sue, Bessy, and Kitty still ornament Crofton,
And rich are the charms they display;
But we miss the sweet image of Mary as often
As we pass down the old waggon way.
And rich are the charms they display;
But we miss the sweet image of Mary as often
As we pass down the old waggon way.
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