Текст и слова песни Valentine's Day – The Words Are Those Of A Rural Woman
Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind
Their paramours with mutual chirpings find,
I early rose just at the break of day,
Before the sun had chased the stars away:
A-field I went, amid the morning dew,
To milk my kine (for so should housewives do).
Thee first I spied - and the first swain we see,
In spite of Fortune shall our true love be.
Their paramours with mutual chirpings find,
I early rose just at the break of day,
Before the sun had chased the stars away:
A-field I went, amid the morning dew,
To milk my kine (for so should housewives do).
Thee first I spied - and the first swain we see,
In spite of Fortune shall our true love be.
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