Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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

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" Mother, do you hear his magic call ? I have tied a bunch of roses red, In his hat to shine above them all,
As pride of his kiss would lift my head."
" My daughter, you are too young for love, Too soon it is for the matron's cap, For a maiden's smile the world will move, With lover's tears for joy's good hap."
" Dearest rose, to each other we're due, We '11 marry the coming Easter morn, Believe me, I '11 be more kind to you
Than both your parents since you were born.
" Mother, do you hear my lover's vow, Believe me, my pearl will be my life. Dear mother, let me go to him now, I die to tell him I'll be his wife."
" My darling, don't trust to young men's speech, He '11 love you while you are not his own, But marriage its sorry lore will teach, With a cudgel's blow to make you groan."
" I have seen my father beat you too,
But for all his blows you love him dear ; I 'm sure I can love as well as you,
And no warning voice shall make me fear."
" Where go ye, dear orphans three ? "
" Far from this place for work to seek."
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