To L. M.

My dear Lucy Mary my sweet Lucy Mary
How can you love truely by acting contrary
To say that you would and then would not walk out
You bring me my death when you leave me in doubt
O sweet Lucy Mary how can you do so
Such a fine day as this is and then never go
At first you said yes — but an hour is gone bye
And now you say no — which makes me to sigh.


The wind from the road blows the March dust about
And the bees on the hive slabs spread their wings and fly out
The sparrows chirp glad and the laying hens prate
While young Lucy Mary looks over the gate
The needle you sew with pricks me to the bone
And the heart in your bosom is none but my own
So come my own Mary to walk let's be gone
You and I both together will only make one


My dear Lucy Mary as loved as you'r fair
Let me see that sweet cheek shaded by thy dark hair
May I kiss thy sweet lips and see heaven nigh
As true as it is in the light of the sky
O let me now love thee — I'll love thee the best
Then I'll love all the world, and its sorows to rest
For heaven that lies in the gleams o' the west
Is sweeter and dearer in dear womans breast.
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