November is a spinner
Spinning in the mist,
Weaving such a lovely web
Of gold and amethyst.
In among the shadows
She spins till close of day,
Then quietly she folds her hands
And puts her work away.

Not ours the vows of such as plight
— Their troth in sunny weather,
While leaves are green, and skies are bright,
— To walk on flowers together.

But we have loved as those who tread
— The thorny path of sorrow,
With clouds above, and cause to dread
— Yet deeper gloom to-morrow.

That thorny path, those stormy skies,
— Have drawn our spirits nearer;
And rendered us, by sorrow's ties,
— Each to the other dearer.

Love, born in hours of joy and mirth,
— With mirth and joy may perish;

1. Both old and young, I pray lend an ear To a
lovesick maiden in deep despair, Whose heart was light, but whose
courage failed, When her true love sailed in the Nightingale .

2 My parents were of high degree,
My true love not so rich as they,
So they sent a press gang which did not fail
To press my true love in the Nightingale .

3 As I that night on my pillow lay,
A form before me these words did say:
" Go tell your parents they may bequail [that they may quail?]
For the loss of your true love in the Nightingale .

1

Never believe me, if I love,
Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove;
And yet in faith I lie, I do,
And she's extremely handsome too:
She's fair, she's wondrous fair,
But I care not who know it,
Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it.

2

This heat of hope, or cold of fear,

REFRAIN 1

Love
Can be a moment's madness,
Love
Can be insane,
Love
Can be a life of sadness and pain.
Love
Can be a summer shower,
Love
Can be the sun,
Love
Can be two hearts that flower as one.
It can be
Fine and free,
But it's true,
It doesn't always happen to you.
Love
Can be a dying ember,
Love
Can be a flame,
Love pledged in September
May be dead in December.
You may not even remember
It came.
Oh, love
Can be a joy forever,
Or
An empty name,
Love

My sange es in sihting,
My life es in langinge,
Till I thee se, my king,
So faire in thy shining,
So faire in thy fairehede.
Intil thy light me lede,
And in thy luve me fede.
In luve make me to spede,
That thou be ever my mede.
When will thou come,
Jesus, my joy,
And cover me of care,
And give me thee,
That I may se,
And have for evermare?
All my coveiting war comen
If I might till thee fare.
I will na thing bot anely thee
That all my will ware.
Jesu, my savioure,
Jesu, my comfortoure,

Cast Chariessa , cast that glasse away,
Nor in its crystall face, thine own survey;
What can be free from loves imperious laws
When painted shadowes real flames can cause?
The fires may burn thee from this Mirrour rise,
By the reflected beams of thine own eyes;
And thus at last fall'n with thy self in love,
Thou wilt my Rivall, thine own Martyr prove;
But if thou dost desire thy form to view,
Look in my heart, where love thy picture drew,
And then if pleas'd with thine own shape thou be,
Learn how to love thy selfe in loving me.

1

My mammy's in the cold, cold ground;
My daddy went away;
My sister married a gamblin' man;
And now I've gone astray.
I sit here in the prison;
I do the best I can;
But I get to thinkin' of the woman I love;
She ran away with another man.

Chorus:
She ran away with another man, po' boy,
She ran away with another man.
I get to thinkin' of the woman I love;
She ran away with another man.

2

Away out on the prairie,
I stopped that Katy train;
I took the mail from the baggage car;

My love she's but a lassie yet,
A lightsome lovely lassie yet;
— — — It scarce wad do
— — — To sit an' woo
Down by the stream sae glassy yet.

But there's a braw time coming yet,
When we may gang a-roaming yet;
— — — An' hint wi' glee
— — — O' joys to be,
When fa's the modest gloaming yet.

She's neither proud nor saucy yet,
She's neither plump nor gaucy yet;
But just a jinking,
Bonny blinking,
Hilty-skilty lassie yet.

But O, her artless smile's mair sweet
Than hinny or than marmalete;

My lefe is faren in a lond--
Alas! why is she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold,
Where-ever she ride or go,
With trew love a thousandfold.