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 in flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing alost, 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 a-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 in flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing alost, here and there;
Till lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy
I kiss's, sung, and linked with her home from
the Fair.
Lost At The Fair
Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: night, people, pride, I miss you, great, spirit, discover, rover, worth, kingdom, home, kiss, lost, money, poor, rose, wild, sweet, honey, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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