No 25 BLOW AWAY YE MORNING BREEZES
Reading edition
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.