The Wind Sothers Softly

The wind suthers softly Among the green bushes
Where the wing leafed ash Hides a nest of song thrushes
The Elms green was darker The Ash shaded paler
Where I walked wi my true love And nothing did ail her.

Her cheeks was the wild rose She was bonny and fat
And rainbow the ribbon On her bonny straw hat
The Elm strake was darkest The Ash trees more pale
And bonny the white thorn Shook by the gale.

To and fro flew the Chaffinch Busy feeding her young
Th' spotted thrush on her blue eggs Sat brooding long
Where I went with young Dinah So bonny and fat
With the hues of the rainbow Around her straw hat.
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