The Brickster

'Twas of a young brickster a-going from his work,
A beautiful damsel appeared in his sight.
He said, " My dearest, stay one moment or two
While I tell you what I dreamed of last night."

Then she made a full stop with a smile on her cheek,
Then she made a full stop, saying " No,
I'm going down for my cow, oh I cannot stay now,
So I pray you, young man, let me go."

Then we both sat down together under the green shady tree
Where the green leaves are plain to be seen,
And what we did there I never will declare,
But this beautiful damsel she made out my dream.

And we both rose up together from the green shady tree
And so carelessly tripped over the plain.
Oh she said, " My Jimmy sweet, oh next time that we do meet,
We will tell these dreams over again."
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