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Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating hairA tress of golden hair , A drowned maiden's
hair Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the
stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel crawling ...
Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating hairA tress of golden hair , A drowned maiden's
hair Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the
stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel crawling ...
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Shall I go with you , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? '
Yes , if you please , kind sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens
fair . W.P.CO. E What is your father , my pretty maid , With The Way of Poetry 65.
Shall I go with you , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? '
Yes , if you please , kind sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens
fair . W.P.CO. E What is your father , my pretty maid , With The Way of Poetry 65.
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What is your father , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? "
My father's a farmer , sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens fair .
What is your fortune , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ?
What is your father , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ? "
My father's a farmer , sir , ' she said ; The strawberry - leaves make maidens fair .
What is your fortune , my pretty maid , With your rosy cheeks and golden hair ?
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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