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Her hair is long and dull, ashen,
Mine, wavy and fairly on fire, red,
Her eyes are blue and mine green,
What can be said?  You once uttered
I was too much, I ask you, what does
That mean?  Too much for lucky hand,
Too much for gladness, days without
End?  She makes you smile in crowds,
Did I not split your sides into laughters,
When we set out alone?  Did I not sing
For you by the ocean under the stars?
I am so troubled for wanting you plain,
Each night is endless, all dream refrain,
You with your liveliness for me to tame,
How can I continue, without such fame?
You once thought me fair, I breathe still
Here, unspoken for, looking to a boy
I once knew as kindly and dear, true,
A man of his word, and not some rover,
I hope that she will see strengths in you
And pray you end on what is truly want,
I shall sing for you, but not be a waiting.
Catcalls, tangled up hair,
Red cheeks, tears and ayes,
Rumpled dress, jokes so wry,
A neckless of polished shells,
Restless night, anxiety, tickles,
Fright, moonlit promises, garlands
Of wildflower, stolen kisses, a palm
Full of down from the thistle, laughs,
Larks, dried roses in a basket, a frog,
A crow feather, my uncaught breaths,
Being chased on the shores, tight hugs
In rain, held hands by the quays, hopes,
Rushes, joys and warmth of tomorrows
To come, some worries, awfully happys,
Winsome things sure fair, without strings,
Powerfully gifted, now, all things naught,
Of this I am sure, my dear unfaithful boy,
Your ginger lassie, she wanted more.
I wish to go to Nova Scotia
And long to play in Breton fields,
Faraway and over the oceans,
For ever a bonnie soul shall lead.

I wish to row for Nova Scotia
And glide above the seas trembling,
Far beyond my earthly devotions,
Where ever a bonnie soul shall lead.

    I see long oars in every tree,
    In ocean swells, a boat for me,
    A lull of melodies in seabirds call,
    Beyond the wave is music and song.

I will follow a star to Nova Scotia
And suffer on seas of forgetfulness,
To play a fiddle with joyful Scotians,
For ever a bonnie soul has needs.

    I see long oars in every tree,
    In ocean swells, a boat for me,
    A lull of melodies in seabirds call,
    Beyond the wave is music and song.
Walking by the shores at night,
Rain splinters the sky,
The sea is slipping,
Out of breaths,
The stars are crying
Watering salty eyes,
My heart aches for what is gone,
Love is a madly tender tear,
I find some comfort hear, tonight,
Lost with trailing moon.
I once wished to end together,
I wanted you so close and dear,
I wanted you like bees in heather,
How curious, strange to end familiars.

We grew in fondness, each landed eye,
O seasons turned through sun and chill,
Grew up together, teased and pried,
In the village schoolyards upon a hill.

And lately I have come to love you,
Greatly I have felt youths quickening,
Wishing for us to start as lovers true,
But playgrounds promise no beginnings.
You are so monumental to me,
With sun behind you truly shine,
Scraggy tree, birds love to nest
In your knobby boughs, so blest,
The winds that roar in open fields
Blasting no fright under your yields.
How spry you be my gracious one,
Good stay for wings in burning sun,
I love to rest beheld your branches,
For near you all of creation dances,
And know as we old nature is calm,
And all is worthy, safe in your alms.
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