  The Road to London P RETTY maiden, all the way,All the way, all the way, Pretty maiden, why so gay, On the road, to London? "Will you give that rose to me?" "That's the flower, of love," said she, "I'll not give this rose to thee, On the road, to London." "I have got a love, and he, Is a good heart, true to me, 'Tis for him, this rose you see, On the road, to London." "Where is now, that love?" asked he, "He's away from me," cried she, "But he'll soon return to me, On the road, to London." "Would you know him, an' he be Waiting there, by yonder tree?" "Aye would I, on land or sea, Or the road, to London!" "Then my sweetest, I am he, Give that rose of love to me, I have come, to greet with thee, On the road, to London!" Then he flung his cloak aside, "I have come to make a bride, Of the fairest, far and wide, On the road, to London." Then she laughed at him, and chaffed, Unromantic, chaffed, and laughed; Till he thought, that she was daft, On the road, to London. illustration "No!" said she "That's not the way, Parted lovers, meet to-day, 'Tis by note, or wire, they say 'On the road, to London.' "So 'twere best, thou didst by flight, Take thy footsteps, out of sight, Lest my love, per fortune, might Strike the road, to London! "We've been having shrimps and tea, He's a champion knock out; He Could knock spots off you," said she, On the road, to London. "See! my spouse, from yonder gap, Cometh like a thunder clap!" illustration "Ho! then here's for the first lap! On the road, to London." |
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