Category: Poetry
Old Songs
In summer-time, to Medley My love and I would goe-- The boatmen there stood readie My love and I to rowe; For creame there would we call, For cakes, and for prunes too; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_.
Category: Poetry
In summer-time, to Medley My love and I would goe-- The boatmen there stood readie My love and I to rowe; For creame there would we call, For cakes, and for prunes too; But, now, alasse! sh’as left me, _Falero, lero, loo_.
In summer-time, to Medley My love and I would goe-- The boatmen there stood readie My love and I to rowe; For creame there would we call, For cakes, and for prunes too; But, now...
2. Part 2As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk...