Carry my basket to the oast
And I'll kiss you on the lips."
Once she kissed me with a jest,
Once with a tear—
O where's the heart was in my breast
And the ring was in my ear?
Carry my basket to the oast
And I'll kiss you on the lips."
Once she kissed me with a jest,
Once with a tear—
O where's the heart was in my breast
And the ring was in my ear?