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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JEAN BELL
A Ballad
In a fair town on the banks of the Wellan
For low vulgar fun noted well
There lives a fair maid which my song woud fain tell on
As known by the name o' Jean Bell
But to tell of her beauty its no use presuming
Its far yont my ballad to tell
We say the flowers fair in the spring morning blooming
& so we may say o Jean Bell
For low vulgar fun noted well
There lives a fair maid which my song woud fain tell on
As known by the name o' Jean Bell
But to tell of her beauty its no use presuming
Its far yont my ballad to tell
We say the flowers fair in the spring morning blooming
& so we may say o Jean Bell
Her beauty shenes sweet on her cheeks & her bosom
Such sweetness as I canna tell
But look on the lilly & rose just in blossom
& then give a guess at Jean Bell
Her voice is soft music when ere she is speaking
But the sounds Im not able to tell
Go when eves pencil the west sky is streaking
Hear the mavis & judge O Jean Bell
Such sweetness as I canna tell
But look on the lilly & rose just in blossom
& then give a guess at Jean Bell
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But the sounds Im not able to tell
Go when eves pencil the west sky is streaking
Hear the mavis & judge O Jean Bell
But her beauty is such—(if we ere so far fetch it)
As a simile never can tell
& as my low ballads unable to reach it
We'll sing little more o Jean Bell
Yet when ye see ane
Who has charms that can please ye
Ifs ye think yeve seen none to excell
While ye're heart in ye'r bosom gins ache & uneasy
Ye may give a nigh guess its Jean Bell
As a simile never can tell
& as my low ballads unable to reach it
We'll sing little more o Jean Bell
Yet when ye see ane
Who has charms that can please ye
Ifs ye think yeve seen none to excell
While ye're heart in ye'r bosom gins ache & uneasy
Ye may give a nigh guess its Jean Bell
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