  Illustrated O Oh, were my love a country lass, That I might see her every day; And sit with her on hedge-row grass Beneath a bough of May; And find her cattle when astray, Or help to drive them to the field, And linger on our homeward way, And woo her lips to yield A twilight kiss before we parted, Full of love, yet easy-hearted! Oh, were my love a cottage maid, To spin through many a winter night, Where ingle-corner lends its shade From fir-wood blazing bright. Beside her wheel what dear delight To watch the blushes go and come, With tender words that took no fright Beneath the friendly hum; Or rising smile, or tear-drop swelling, At a fireside legend's telling! head and shoulders of a women holding flowers or possibly thistles? |
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