THE CRIMSON TRINITY The Mad Maids Song clip
Good morrow to the day so fair good morning, sir, to you: Good morrow to mine own torn hair bedabbled with the dew. Good morning to this primrose too; Good morrow to each rnaid, That will with flowers the tomb bestrews wherein my love is laid. Ah woe is me, woe, woe is me alack, and welladay For pity, sir, find out that bee, which bore my love away Ill seek him in your bonnet brave; Ill seek him in your eyes; Nay, now I think they ve made his grave I th bed of strawberries. Ill seek him there; I know, ere this, the cold, cold earth doth shake him, But I will go, or send a kiss by you, sir, to awake him. Pray hurt him not; though he be dead, he knows well who do love him, And who with green turfs rear his head, and who do rudely move him. He s soft and tender : pray take heed, with bands of cowslips bind him: And bring him home; but tis decreed, that I shall never find him. Franck Lopez : Voices Lionel Baillemont : Guitars, Keyboards, 2011
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