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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
My Mother Bids Me Bind My Hair
By Mrs. Anne Hunter (1742–1821)
MY mother bids me bind my hair
  With bands of rosy hue,
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
  And lace my bodice blue.
‘For why,’ she cries, ‘sit still and weep,        5
  While others dance and play?’
Alas! I scarce can go or creep
  While Lubin is away.
’Tis sad to think the days are gone
  When those we love were near;        10
I sit upon this mossy stone
  And sigh when none can hear.
And while I spin my flaxen thread,
  And sing my simple lay,
The village seems asleep or dead,        15
  Now Lubin is away.

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