THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fairway.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith\'s boy.
I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith\'s boy
She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady,
Ethereal beyond compare.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith\'s boy.
She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master\'s vassal,
A servant of the forge.
So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith\'s boy.
ASJ