Now the aprils gentle showers
Notts the thorn for blosom
& the spring the sunny hours
Pricks daiseys on her bosom
Fear nothing love thy shoe to stain
As save the dewey morning
The pasture pads are dryd again
As soons the sun is dawning
Not till then I woud be fain
To meet thee on the green
Then Ill get thee posies love
Then Ill get thee posies
Rob the woodbines from the grove
& hedgrow of its roses
Cull the cowslips from the lea
Wet wi the dewey morning
Bind it up & keept for thee
Gen the sun is dawning
Thens the time Id wish to see
Thy beauties cheer the green
EP II 310
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