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No. 4 - Song - Poppy - "A posy from over the sea"
| Poppy: | Once I was free to roam Over the fields at home, Watching the grasses swaying Break into flow'rs like foam. If I could have my will, I'd be in England still After the cowslips straying Over the grassy hill! Ah, could the breeze or the bee Bring back the sweetness to me, Breath of a rosy wild flower, posy, A posy from over the sea! Blossoms ablaze on the tree, What is their splendour to me? Give me the rosy sweet little posy, A posy from over the sea! |
| Beautiful gardens here Change with the changing year, They have no flow'r to show me Such as my heart holds dear! Strange are the blooms that fall Over the trellis'd wall, Beauty around, below me, Never the best of all! Ah, could the breeze or the bee Bring back the sweetness to me, Breath of a rosy wild flower, posy, A posy from over the sea! Blossoms ablaze on the tree, What is their splendour to me? Give me the rosy sweet little posy, A posy from over the sea! From over the sea! From over the sea! |
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Page modified 23 February 2017