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UP A LITTLE ROAD

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Up a little road with the morning in my arms,

Drenched with dew and tipsy with the madness of the May,

Leafy fingers on my face, I stop not for your charms!

Love is waiting round the turn, to be my Love to-day.


Shouting as I ride on the springing ringing sod,

Ah! my pony knows the goal to which his course is laid,

Galloping thro' dawn he knows he bears a little god

Bacchus-mad with happiness who burns to meet his maid.


Herbs and Apples

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