Kenny Sidle, Throat Culture.
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O Western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rains down shall rain. O that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again. Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet. She passed the Salley Gardens on little snow-white feet She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree, But I being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs, But I was young and foolish and now am full of tears. O Donna Johnson you are my darling Come set you down upon my knee And tell to me, love, the very reason That I am slighted so by thee. I’m deep in love so I cannot deny it, My heart lies smothered in my chest, ’Twas long ago we walked in the meadow And still my heart can know no rest The joys of love are but a moment long The pain of love endures the whole night long. My love loves me, and all the wonders I see. A rainbow shines in my window, my love loves me. And now she’s gone, in the cold gray dawn And I must pick up my shovel and carry on. O love is handsome and love is fine Gay as a jewel when first it is new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew. Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did pass. I walked beside the river, where she lay upon the grass. And all was young and lovely, the green leaves on the tree, And I turned and I forgot her, and my love is still with me. O Western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rains down shall rain. O that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again.
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