Morning star has set, The. A lark
The morning star has set. A lark
rises out of the long grass as I take
My hoe and close my twig gate.
my cloth breeches are wet with dew.
Boy, if these were peaceful times,
who'd be fretting about his wet clothes?
rises out of the long grass as I take
My hoe and close my twig gate.
my cloth breeches are wet with dew.
Boy, if these were peaceful times,
who'd be fretting about his wet clothes?
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