Fru my heart wilt thou ne'er
Be left without - come!
Thine voice is oh so sweet
Ryking for me:
"List and heed" thou say'st
Chancing to lure
How I Wish for thee again
Will I give thee it: Troth
Thine voice is oh so sweet
Ryking for me:
"List and heed" thou say'st
Chancing to lure
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en
By whom, know I not: "lack" am I of twain
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne
I speer thine pine
Ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine cars, aye, lown 'tis
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in earth!
Mayhap lured by the scent of love
od the fćtid - eft hie back I mote
For waht I did my soul atrouncéd
O! do believe me. 'twasn't frounce
I speer thine pine
Ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine cars, aye, lown 'tis
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in earth! |
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