Life and Remains of John Clare Author:John Clare, John Law Cherry Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: atueui " Adieu, my love, adieu ! Be constant and be true As the daisies gemmed with dew, Bonny maid." The cows their thirst were slaking, Trees th... more »e playful winds were shaking ; Sweet songs the birds were making In the shade. The moss upon the tree Was as green as green could be, The clover on the lea Ruddy glowed; Leaves were silver with the dew, Where the tall sowthistles grew, And I bade the maid adieu On the road. Then I took myself to sea, While the little chiming bee Sung his ballad on the lea, Humming sweet; And the red-winged butterfly Was sailing through the sky, Skimming up and bouncing by Near my feet. I left the little birds, And sweet lowing of the herds, And couldn't find out words, Do you see, To say to them good bye, Where the yellow cups do lie; So heaving a deep sigh, Took to sea. bonng niite anB fier yi There 's a bonny place in Scotland, Where a little spring is found ; There Nature shows her honest face The whole year round. Where the -whitethorn branches, full of may, Hung near the fountain's rim, Where comes sweet Alice every day And dips her pitcher in ; A gallon pitcher without ear, She fills it with the water clear. My bonny Alice she is fair ; There 's no such other to be found. Her rosy cheek and dark brown hair — The fairest maid on Scotland's ground. And there the heather's pinhead flowers All blossom over bank and brae, While Alice passes by the bowers To fill her pitcher every day ; The pitcher brown without an ear See dips into the fountain clear. O Alice, bonny, sweet, and fair, With roses on her cheeks ! The little birds come drinking there, The throstle almost speaks. He dips his wings and wimples makes Upon the fountain clear, Th...« less