DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER & CHILDDIALOGUEBETWEEN AMOTHER &CHILD
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER & CHILDDIALOGUEBETWEEN AMOTHER &CHILD
DIALOGUEBETWEEN AMOTHER &CHILD
XXXII
Child.
O lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride.
O lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride.
O lady, lay your costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride.
O lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride.
Mother.
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine earSad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?This day I am to be a bride, you know,Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine earSad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?This day I am to be a bride, you know,Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine earSad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?This day I am to be a bride, you know,Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?
This day I am to be a bride, you know,
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?
Child.
O Mother, lay your costly robes aside,For you may never be another’s bride.Thatline I learn’d not in the old sad song.
O Mother, lay your costly robes aside,For you may never be another’s bride.Thatline I learn’d not in the old sad song.
O Mother, lay your costly robes aside,For you may never be another’s bride.Thatline I learn’d not in the old sad song.
O Mother, lay your costly robes aside,
For you may never be another’s bride.
Thatline I learn’d not in the old sad song.
Mother.
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,For thou shalt be a second father’s joy.
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,For thou shalt be a second father’s joy.
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,For thou shalt be a second father’s joy.
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,
Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,
For thou shalt be a second father’s joy.
Child.
One father fondled me upon his knee,One father is enough, alone, for me.
One father fondled me upon his knee,One father is enough, alone, for me.
One father fondled me upon his knee,One father is enough, alone, for me.
One father fondled me upon his knee,
One father is enough, alone, for me.
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