 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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GOLDEN WEED.
Buttercup is golden,
Gold is a star,
But the yellow bindweed
Is goldener far.
Gold is a star,
But the yellow bindweed
Is goldener far.
Gold was the crocus,
Like a gold cup
That the King's handmaiden
Stately lifts up.
Like a gold cup
That the King's handmaiden
Stately lifts up.
Gold was the daffodil
When the winds blow;
And the white daisy
Gold heart will show.
When the winds blow;
And the white daisy
Gold heart will show.
Gold is the reaping,
And the great moon:
Gold was the yellow-bill
Singing in June.
And the great moon:
Gold was the yellow-bill
Singing in June.
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Though all the west sky
Is flecked to gold flame,
Still my brave yellow weed
Puts it to shame.
Is flecked to gold flame,
Still my brave yellow weed
Puts it to shame.
Dappling the wayside
Burnt up and brown,
Till it is cloth of gold
For the Queen's gown.
Burnt up and brown,
Till it is cloth of gold
For the Queen's gown.
Queen, you have gold hair
Like a gold veil,
But the gold bindweed
Turns your gold pale.
Like a gold veil,
But the gold bindweed
Turns your gold pale.
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