The Ballad-Singer

Sing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune;

Make me forget that there was ever a one

I walked with in the meek light of the moon

When the day's work was done.

Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song;

Make me forget that she whom I loved well

Swore she would love me dearly, love me long,

Then - what I cannot tell!

Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book;

Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears;

Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look -

Make me forget her tears.

A quote from a Hardy novel

“No; the charm is worked by common sense, and the spell can only be broke by your acting stupidly.” (Under the Greenwood Tree)

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