A Shropshire Lad
as we came by
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Along the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. “Oh who are these that hiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she shall lie with earth above, And he beside another love.” And sure enough beneath the tree There walks another love with me, And overhead the aspen heaves Its rainy-sounding silver leaves; And I spell nothing in their stir, But now perhaps they speak to her, And plain for her to understand They talk about a time at hand When I shall sleep with clover clad, And she beside another lad. |
 This time of year a twelvemonth past |
 Is my team ploughing? |