Come you, Mary, there's a dear! Mind no more the plaguy dairy! Milk can never match your white - Come you, Mary! All the music of my scythe Sang you in the heated meadow; And I turned for you, when fell Every shadow! Down with pails, and bring those lips (Rose leaves in the happy dairy) To the chestnut where we kiss - Come you, Mary!
Two Pastorals
by Ernest Bristow Farrar (1885 - 1918)
1. Come you, Mary
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Norman Rowland Gale (1862 - 1942)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Who would shepherd pipes forsake?
Language: English
Who would shepherd pipes forsake, If there greet him dearly Cupid in the knee-deep brake Singing sweet and clearly? Who to London deserts go, Scanning friendless faces, If there beat a heart for him Under Laura's laces? As I near the leafy oak, Laura, swift as starling, Brings her cheek for me to stroke, Little fragrant darling! Take your air in Rotten Row, Gentlemen of leisure, Milkmaid kiss and velvet sloe Fashion me my pleasure. While we sit, the stilly skies Change from blue to purple, And my arm in daring lies Round a home-spun circle! Thus doth pastoral delight Follow shepherd's duty, Speeding to my heart at night Laura's love and beauty.
Text Authorship:
- by Norman Rowland Gale (1862 - 1942)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 177