Song [Mary, Leave Thy Lowly Cot]

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Title:     Song [Mary, Leave Thy Lowly Cot]
Author: John Clare [More Titles by Clare]

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy thickest jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the pastures run.
Where we met the other night
Neath the bush upon the plain,
Be it dark or be it light,
Ye may guess we'll meet again.

Should ye go or should ye not,
Never shilly-shally, dear.
Leave your work and leave your cot,
Nothing need ye doubt or fear:
Fools may tell ye lies in spite,
Calling me a roving swain;
Think what passed the other night--
I'll be bound ye'll meet again.

[The end]
John Clare's poem: Song [Mary, Leave Thy Lowly Cot]

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