No 25 Blow Away Ye Morning Breezes
C.J.S.
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1
Blow away, ye morning breezes,
Blow, ye winds, Heigh-ho!
Blow away the morning kisses,
Blow, blow, blow.
“O thou shalt rue the very hour,
That e’er thou knew’st the man,
For I will bake the wheaten flour,
And thou shalt bake the bran.”
CHORUS. Blow away, ye morning breezes, &c.
2
“O thou shalt sorrow thro’ thy soul
Thou stood’st to him so near.
For thou shalt drink the puddle foul,
And I the crystal clear.”
CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.
3
“O thou shalt rue that e’er thou wo’ld
Behold a love of mine.
For thou shalt sup the water cold,
But I will sup red wine.”
CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.
4
“Thou shalt lament in grief and doubt,
Thou spake’st with him at all,
For thou shalt wear the sorry clout,
And I the purple pall.”
CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.
5
“O thou shalt curse thy day of birth,
And curse thy dam and sire,
For I shall warm me at the hearth,
And thou shalt feed the fire.”
CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c.
Note. In the original of the above Ballad each verse is repeated with the variation of “I shall not,” for “I shall” &c. thus after the first verse comes,
I shall not rue the very hour
That e’er I knew the man
But I will bake the wheaten flour
And thou shalt bake the bran.
It seems unnecessary to print these repetitions.