Cold Winter Is Past

Cold winter is past
Pleasant summer?s come at last,
And small birds on ever green tree,
The hears of those are glad,
While mine is very sad,
For my true love is absent from me,
I should not think it strange,
The wide world for to range,
If I could but find my delight,
But here in Cupid?s chains,
I am forc?d for to remain,
And in sorrow to spend the whole night,
I?ll comb back my hair,
And my livery I?ll wear,
I?ll dress myself in velvet so green.
All this I?ll undertake,
For my true love?s sake,
While he rides in the borough of Kildare
I?ll put on a suit of black,
With a fringe about my neck,
And gold rings on my fingers I?ll wear,
Straightway I will repair,
To the borough of Kildare,
And there I?ll get a sight for my dear,
With patience I did wait,
While he rode for the plate,
Expecting young Johnson to see,
But fortune prov?d unkind,
To that darling of mine,
And he?s spent to Loughens for me,
My love is like the sun.
That in the firmament does run,
Which always prove constant and true,
But your?s is like the moon,
That wanders up and down,
And every month it is new,
Farewell my my joy and heart,
Since you and I must part,
You are the fairest that e?er I did see,
I never to design,
To alter my mind,
Altho? you?re below my degree.

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