I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort of way, It bore it very well. But, when I let it backward sway, Then it were hard to tell With what a toss, with what a swing, The dainty thing Resumed its proper level, And sent me to the devil. I know it did -- you doubt it? I turned, and saw them whispering about it.
Four Baritone Songs
Song Cycle by Ruth Gipps (1921 - 1999)
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Language: English
Authorship:
- by T. E. (Thomas Edward) Brown (1830 - 1897), "I bended unto me a bough of May"
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