The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	DRINK TO ME ONLY,
	2. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
	H. 4868.