Flowers of the Field
The flowers of the field were sun and dew
—By morning and by night, O!
'Twas water of fire in the field that grew,
—With colours of delight, O!
The flowers of the field are honey and hay.
—They bloom in the field no more, O!
Men took all that they could away.
—The bees they went before, O!
—By morning and by night, O!
'Twas water of fire in the field that grew,
—With colours of delight, O!
The flowers of the field are honey and hay.
—They bloom in the field no more, O!
Men took all that they could away.
—The bees they went before, O!
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