I Loved the Lasses Dearly

I loved the Lasses dearly When I wad'nt but a boy
They seemed angels all or nearly And everlasting joy
When I sat among the rushes By the path where maidens came
Their gowns brushed by the white thorn bushes And set my heart on flame.

Their eyes looked bright and warm When warmly gleamed the weather
And each one left me such a charm I'd kissed them altogether
I sat me down where green the grass is In sunshine and the blast
And there I dearly loved the lasses Aye every one that past.

And when I saw the valley flower Shook by bees flying near 'em
She left her eye in that sweet hour But loves voice woud'n't hear him
And when she stooped down further on for flowers love burnt to give her
I loved where the rose was gone her face was fair for ever.
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