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No. 7 - Song - Martin - "The Brake and Bracken"
| Martin: | I've sought the brake and bracken through and through, The thorny thicket and the meadow too, But nowhere could I find a trace of you; Of course, for you had something else to do. To feed some fancy in some pastures new, Oh maiden, faithless, fickle and untrue! Oh maiden, faithless, fickle and untrue! I set such store on thee, Thought myself sure of thee, I'll have no more of thee! So fare thee well! I set such store on thee, Thought myself sure of thee, I'll have no more of thee! So fare thee well! |
| For they who into Cupid's quiver dip, From sport to earnest naturally slip, Grow weary soon of nothing but a sip, And after something more substantial trip. They may begin upon a finger tip, But they are sure to end upon a lip! But they are sure to end upon a lip! I set such store on thee, Thought myself sure of thee, I'll have no more of thee! So fare thee well! I set such store on thee, Thought myself sure of thee, I'll have no more of thee! So fare thee well! |
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Page created 18 September 2016 .