Londenderry Air

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LONDONDERRY AIR
TRADITIONAL

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Would God I were the tender apple blossom

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That floats and falls from off the twisted bough

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To lie and faint within your silken bosom

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Within your silken bosom as that does now.

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Or would I were a little burnish'd apple

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For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold

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While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple

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Your robe of lawn,  and you hair's spun gold.


Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing
A happy daisy, in the garden path
That so your silver foot might press me going
Might press me going even unto death.