Summers in Its Glory Now

Summer's in its glory now Sweet the flower and green the bough
Dry is every swamp and slough My own kind deary
Could I press thy bonny bosom Swelling like a bursting blossom
Sweetly ripe as I suppose 'em Then heaven would be near thee
Fair and buxsome bonny Lassie Let us seek for places grassy
Where the brook it dimples glassy There I'll love thee deary.

On thy lilly bosom leaning View thy eyes to guess their meaning
Kiss where not a look has been in Thy lilly bosom deary
Clasp thee round thy gimpsy middle Playing loves tunes without the fiddle
And loves secret joys unriddle To kiss and cheer me
To throw my arms about thy shoulders And in the band O' love enfold us
I' these green shades where none behold us Where heaven would be near thee.

Come my blyth and bonny deary Let me clasp thee and lie near thee
And I of love shall ne'er be weary To clasp my bonny deary
To kiss thy cheeks O' new blown roses Thy breasts where hills O' alpine snow's is
As sweet as ever love supposes To glad and cheer me
About thy bonny arms I'll clasp thee And i' the vice o' fondness grasp thee
Till matrimony's charms shall hasp thee And bind thee aye my deary.
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