Part 2 — No 92 THE LOYAL LOVER
Reading edition
C.J.S.
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1 I'll weave my love a garland, It shall be dressed so fine; I'll set it round with roses, With lilies, pinks and thyme. And I'll present it to my love When he comes back from sea, For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow summer breeze, o'er the sea Bring my pretty love to me. 2 I wish I were an arrow, That sped into the air; To seek him as a sparrow, And if he was not there, Then quickly I'd become a fish To search the raging sea; For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow &c. 3 I would I were a reaper, I'd seek him in the corn; I would I were a keeper, I'd hunt him with my horn. I'd blow a blast, when found at last, Beneath the green-wood tree, For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow &c.