The old Kirk at Upton

[The Kirk at Upton]

Her voice shouted Roger like throwing a stone

So give up old Soldier & let her alone

Go away with ye Roger young Man do I see

If youre an old Soldier you may march on with me

I went with the maiden over heath & oer plain

& when Sunday was come too I saw her again

I saw her & courted the sun from the West

& left my last kiss on the mole of her breast

I kissed & were married & bedded & all

& the old Kirk at Upton the green wedding saw

For the grass it was green & our years was the same

& from morning to Evening none called us to blame

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