Thy gloves the violet sweet.
5
‘The gilly shall deck thy head,
Thy way with herbs I’ll strew,
Thy stockings shall be the marigold,
Thy gloves the violet blue.’
6
‘I like not the gilly-flower,
Nor herbs my way to strew,
Nor stockings of the marigold,
Thy gloves the violet sweet.
5
‘The gilly shall deck thy head,
Thy way with herbs I’ll strew,
Thy stockings shall be the marigold,
Thy gloves the violet blue.’
6
‘I like not the gilly-flower,
Nor herbs my way to strew,
Nor stockings of the marigold,