Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
how ridiculously grateful I am now
for whatever divine forces brought me here,
to this very porch, this very summertime
I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
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