SONG - "Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair"

[Image: Lady Clementina Hawarden - 1860]

Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair

Sukey's got the coal black hair

And in her neck the curl'd drakes tail
That makes her looks so very fine
And in her breast this heart of mine
That keeps me like a thief in jail
Which is so very fair and white
It keeps me waken half the night

Sukey's neat, and Sukey's sweet
Sukey's every way complete
Like a lily in the shower
Rich as kingcup in the spring
The colour of the bridal ring
Queen of blossom of the bower
Bespangled with the morning dew
And paved with clumps of violets blue

Sukey's young, and Sukey's song
The market hill with music rung
And Sukey's ballad there
Her neck was white her cheek was red
Just like the sun a going bed
And coal black was her hair
A bulfinch on a blackthorn tree
Warnt half so beautiful as she

The crowds among, I heard it sung
The market with the ballad rung
The fiddle played so sweet
And Sukey tall stood near the wall
And heard the fiddle song and all
And I could some repeat
About her waist, her lips, and eyes
More rich than flowers or butterflies

Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair
Sukey's blythe and debonair
Love lives in every place
White as lilies and as sweet
Small white hands, and smaller feet
And beautiful her face
As roseys in the morning dew
As violets in their veils of blue

Sukey's rare, and Sukey's fair
Sukey's got the coal black hair
And in her neck the curled drakes tail
That makes her look so sweet and fine
And in her breast this heart of mine
That keeps me like a thief in jail
That swells so very fair and white
I cannot sleep a wink at night

Pet MS 20 I p251
LP 525