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Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i` the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
I love your meads and I love your flowers,
And I love your junkets mainly,
But `hind the door I love kissing more,
Oh, look not so disdainly!
I love your hills and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating——
But oh, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!
I`ll put your basket all safe in a nook,
Your shawl I hang up on this willow,
And we will sigh in the daisy`s eye
And kiss on a grass-green pillow.
Mar. 1818
1818年3月
推荐者 / 大桃
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