Clover, clover in the field,Why do you hang your head?Have you done anything unkind?Or any cross word said?O no, my little maiden, no!I only droop with dew;And from my lips sweet honey drips;Come, I will share with you.—C. C. B.
Clover, clover in the field,Why do you hang your head?Have you done anything unkind?Or any cross word said?O no, my little maiden, no!I only droop with dew;And from my lips sweet honey drips;Come, I will share with you.—C. C. B.
Clover, clover in the field,Why do you hang your head?Have you done anything unkind?Or any cross word said?
Clover, clover in the field,
Why do you hang your head?
Have you done anything unkind?
Or any cross word said?
O no, my little maiden, no!I only droop with dew;And from my lips sweet honey drips;Come, I will share with you.—C. C. B.
O no, my little maiden, no!
I only droop with dew;
And from my lips sweet honey drips;
Come, I will share with you.
—C. C. B.