Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

Home Main Menu Singing & Playing Order & Order Info Support Search Voucher Codes

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Previous Contents Next
I see my sweet beneath the shadowed nave, As the lily fair, and as the red gold brave.
A cambric cap upon her head sets well, Which cost, at least, six ecus for an ell.
And underneath a fine coiffure of lace, That like a lily's margin frames her face.
Her petticoat, so rounded and so gay, Shines with a double silver cord's display.
A robe she wears as red as any coal, And, oh, I love her in my inmost soul.
 Put money in your pocket, little fool, And to Treguier take your way to school.
Go to Treguier, and there study well, Become a priest and follow the church bell.
 Keep your money in your own purse for me, For, by my faith, no priest nor monk I '11 be.
My books throw in the fire, and let them burn, Or give them to my brother in his turn.
No priest or monk I ever shall be made, My heart demands the love of a fair maid.
A lovely maid of Cornouaille, I ween, With eyes of blue and locks of amber sheen.
And if I cannot have that golden head, Prepare the mass, for soon I shall be dead.
Previous Contents Next

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III