The Invitation


Come hither my fair one my choice one & rare one
And let us be walking the meadows so fair
Where pilewort & daiseys — In light & gold blazes
And the wind plays so sweet in thy bonny brown hair


Come in thy maiden eye — lay silks and satins bye
Come in thy russet or green cotton gown
Come to the meads my dear where flag sedge & reeds appear
Rustling to soft winds & bow up and down


Come with thy parted hair, bright eyes and forhead bare
Come to the white thorn that grows in the lane
On banks of primroses where sweetness reposes
Come love and let us be happy again


Come where the speedwell flowers, come where the morning showers
Pearl on the primrose and speedwell so blue
Come to that clearest brook, that ever runs round the nook
Where you and I pledged our first love so true —
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