The Swallow

Pretty Swallow once again
Come and pass me i' the rain
Pretty swallow why so shy
Pass again my window by.

2

The horse pond where he dips his wings
The wet day prints it full o' rings
track
Lodge like pearls upon his back.

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Then agen he dips his wing
In the wrinkles of the spring
Then o'er the rushes flies again
And pearls roll off his back like rain.

4

Pretty little swallows fly
Village doors and windows by
Whisking o'er the garden pales
Where the blackbird finds the snails.

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Whewing by the ladslove tree
For something only seen by thee
Pearls that on the red rose hings
Falls off shaken by thy wings.

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On yon low that[c]hed cottage stop
In the sooty chimney pop
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee —
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