Lost at the Fair
Last night at the Fair did I lose thee, my honey.
I hunted thee south and I hunted thee north;
I’d rather than lost thee have lost all the money
That all the great lords in the kingdom are worth. Chorus
Heart-sorry in worry and flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing lost, here and there,
When Rosy the cosy, sweet Rosy the posy
And pride of her Robin, was miss’d at the Fair.
Resolved to discover the fleet-footed rover,
My way thro’ the stalls, shows, and people I wound;
But there 'mid ways many, the rarest of any,
No image like Rose’s sweet image was found. Chorus
Heart-sorry in worry and flurry, etc.
With glee the inns sounded, with joyance unbounded
Danced maiden and callant; I into them glanced;
But who was who barely I saw, tho’ saw fairly
That no one like Rose with the dancers danced. Chorus
Heart-sorry in worry and flurry, etc.
In search of my honey I spent all my money,
Then took to the road in a spirit of gloom,
When lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy,
I kiss’d her and cuddled her all the way home. Chorus
Heart-sorry in worry and flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing lost, here and there;
Till lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy
I kiss’d, sung, and linked with her home from.
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