| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910. | | | | A Pastoral Song: As I was sitting on the grass | | Anonymous |
| | | AS I was sitting on the grass | |
| Within a silent shady grove, | |
| I overheard a country lass, | |
| Was there bewailing of her love. | |
| My love, says she, | 5 |
| Is taen from me; | |
| And to the wars is prest and gone; | |
| Hes marched away, | |
| And gone to sea; | |
| Alack! alack! and well-a-day! | 10 |
| And left me here alone. | |
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| My Love, he was the kindest man; | |
| Theres none thats like him in the town; | |
| He gently takes me by the hand, | |
| And gave me many a green gown. | 15 |
| With kisses sweet | |
| He would me treat, | |
| And often sing a roundelay; | |
| And sometimes smile, | |
| Then chat awhile, | 20 |
| So that we might the time beguile | |
| A life-long summers day. | |
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| My Love, on May Day, still would be | |
| The earliest up of all the rest; | |
| With scarves and ribbons then would be | 25 |
| Of all the crew, he finest drest. | |
| With Morris bells | |
| And fine things else: | |
| But when the pipe began to play | |
| He danced so well, | 30 |
| I heard them tell, | |
| That he did all the rest excel, | |
| And bore the bell away. | |
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| The man that took my Love away, | |
| Was too too harsh, and too severe; | 35 |
| I gently on my knees did pray | |
| That he my Love would then forbear. | |
| I offered too | |
| A breeding ewe | |
| And chilver-lamb that were my own; | 40 |
| Do what I could, | |
| It did no good, | |
| He left me in this pensive mood, | |
| To sigh, and make my moan. | | | | |
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