[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
VIII.
My Love is a Country Lass
My Love, my Love is a country lass!
A country lass is she!
As over the heather
We ride together,
O, what care we for the wind or weather —
My country lass and me?
My Love, my Love is a country lass!
A country lass is she!
No painted jade
In fine brocade,
But just a dear little country maid,
Who keeps my heart for me!
My Love, my Love is a country lass!
A country lass is she!
And her eyes of blue
Are kind and true;
And her heart is merry, and tender, too —
And ah, it belongs to me!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 27
Editor’s notes:
brocade = historically, a thick heavy fabric which includes raised decorative patterns, typically using gold and silver threads; in modern times, any thick fabric which includes raised decorative patterns; an item which has been decorated with brocade patterns
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