Third Collection. My love is good
My love is good, my love is feäir, She’s comely to behold, O, In ev’rything that she do wear, Altho’ ’tis new or wold, O. My heärt do leäp to see her walk, So straïght do step her veet, O, My tongue is dum’ to hear her talk, Her vaïce do sound so sweet, O. The flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true. When she do zit, then she do seem The feäirest to my zight, O, Till she do stan’ an’ I do deem, She’s feäirest at her height, O. An’ she do seem ’ithin a room The feäirest on a floor, O, Till I ageän do zee her bloom Still feäirer out o’ door, O. Where flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true. An’ when the deäisies be a-press’d Below her vootsteps waïght, O, Do seem as if she look’d the best Ov all in walkèn gaït, O. Till I do zee her zit upright Behind the ho’ses neck, O, A-holdèn wi’ the raïn so tight His tossèn head in check, O, Where flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true. I wish I had my own free land To keep a ho’se to ride, O, I wish I had a ho’se in hand To ride en at her zide, O. Vor if I wer as high in rank As any duke or lord, O, Or had the goold the richest bank Can shovel from his horde, O, I’d love her still, if even then She wer a leäser in a glen.
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