You hearken to the lover’s say,
And happy is the lover.
‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
But better late than never;
I shall have lived a little while
Before I die for ever.
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‘Clunton and Clunbury,
Are the quietest placesUnder the sun.’In valleys of springs and rivers,By Ony and Teme and Clun,The country for easy livers,The quietest under the sun,We still had sorrows to lighten,One could not be always glad,And lads knew trouble at KnightonWhen I was a Knighton lad.By bridges that Thames runs under,In London, the town built ill,‘Tis sure…
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
And far behind, a fading crest,Low in the forsaken westSank the high-reared head of Clee,My hand lay empty on my knee.Aching on my knee it lay:That morning half a shire awaySo many an honest fellow’s fistHad well-nigh wrung it from the wrist.Hand, said I, since now we partFrom fields and men we know by heart,For…
‘Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
The hawthorn sprinkled up and downShould charge the land with snow.Spring will not wait the loiterer’s timeWho keeps so long away;So others wear the broom and climbThe hedgerows heaped with may.Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,Gold that I never see;Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedgeThat will not shower on me.
He stood, and heard the steeple
One, two, three, four, to market-place and peopleIt tossed them down.Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;And then the clock collected in the towerIts strength, and struck.
‘Terence, this is stupid stuff!
There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer.But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,It gives a chap the belly-ache!The cow, the old cow, she is dead;It sleeps well, the horned head…We poor lads, ’tis our turn nowTo hear such tunes as killed the cow!Pretty friendship ’tis to rhymeYour…
It nods and curtseys and recovers
The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love.The nettle nods, the wind blows over,The man, he does not move,The lover of the grave, the loverThat hanged himself for love.