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To love one another like sister and brother— I pra)'' you now to kiss one another.
Now my daughter Mary's gone, With her pockets all lined with gold; On my finger a gay gold ring— Good-bye, Mary, good-bye.
Now this poor widow is left alone,
Nobody could marry a better one;
Choose one, choose two—
Choose the fairest daughter. —Sheffield (S. O. Addy).
XVI. Round the green gravel the grass is so green, And all the fine ladies that ever were seen; Washed in milk and dressed in silk, The last that stoops down shall be married.
[Johnnie Smith] is a nice young man, And so is [Bessie Jones] as nice as he; He came to the door with his hat in his hand, Inquiring for [Miss Jones].
She is neither within, she is neither without, She is up in the garret a-walking about. Down she came, as white as milk, With a rose in her bosom as soft as silk.
Silks and satins be ever so dear, You shall have a kiss [gown ?], my dear, So off with the glove and on with the ring— To-morrow, to-morrow, the wedding begins.
—Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire (Miss Matthews).
XVII. Around a green gravill The grass is so green, And all the fine ladies Ashamed to be seen. They wash 'em in milk And dress 'em in silk— We'll all cou' don' together. |
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