A Keats Songbook

by Eugene Hartzell (1932 - 2000)

?. The Devon maid  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Where be [ye]1 going, you Devon Maid? 
   And what have ye there in the Basket? 
Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy, 
   Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? 

I love your Meads, and I love your flowers, 
   And I love your junkets mainly, 
But 'hind the door I love kissing more, 
   O look not so disdainly. 

I love your hills, and I love your dales, 
   And I love your flocks a-bleating -- 
But O, on the heather to lie together, 
   With both our hearts a-beating! 

I'll put your Basket all safe in [a]2 nook, 
   Your shawl [I]3 hang up on the willow, 
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye 
   And kiss on [a]2 grass green pillow.

Text Authorship:

  • by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "The Devon maid", subtitle: "Stanzas Sent in a Letter to B. R. Haydon"

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1 Bridge, Quilter: "you"
2 Bridge: "the"
3 Bridge, Quilter: "I'll"

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 126