English poem
BALLAD. (Do salmons love a lucid stream)
by Anonymous
Do salmons love a lucid stream? Do thirsty sheep love fountains? Do Druids love a doleful theme? Or goats the craggy mountains?
If it be true these things are so, As truly she's my lovey, And os wit I yng carie I Rooi fit dwyn de garie di As ein, dai, tree, pedwar, pimp, chweck go The bells of Aberdovey.
Do keffels love a whisp of hay? Do sprightly kids love prancing? Do curates crowdies love to play? Or peasants morice dancing?
If it be true, &c.
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