Londonderry Air /Would God    
         
 
Would God I were the tender apple blossom
that floats and falls from off the twisted bough
to lie and faint within your silken bossom
with your silken bossom, as that does now !
Oh would I were a little burnish'd apple for you to pluck me
gliding by so cold
while sun and shade your robe of lawn with dapple
your robe with lawn and your hair's spun gold.
 
Yeah, would to God I were among the roses
that lean to kiss you as float between
while on the lowest branch a bud uncloses,
a bud uncloses to touch you Queen.
Nay, since you will not love,
would I were growing a happy daisy in the garden path.
that so your silver foot might press me going,
might press me going even unto death !
 
 


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