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 eyeAnd kiss on a grass-green pillow.
Mar. 1818
1818年3月
推荐者 / 大桃
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