| Lyrics: | Come All You Garners Gay
William Bartle
Come all you Garners
Gay,
That are just now in your prime
I wish I was in that bonny girl's arms
Where
I've been many a time
Where I've been many a time,
Where I've been many a time
I wish
I was in that bonny girl's arms
Where I've been many a time
Well it's very nice
drinking ale,
But it's much better drinking wine
And it's far better sleeping in that
bonny girl's arms
That stole away the heart of mine.
Green willows they will
twist,
Green willows they will twine
I wish I was in that bonny girl's arms
Where
I've been many a time
Once I had time enough
To flourish night and day
Until
that girl, that bonny, bonny girl
Come and stole all my time away
So now my whole
time is gone,
And I cannot plant any new
For the very same place where the old thyme
grew,
It's all over running, running rue
Oh the rue, that running, running
rue,
That's not the flower for me
I will pluck up all that running, running rue
And
plant down the sturdy oak tree
Stand you fast, stand you fast sturdy oak,
Stand you
fast, don't ever die
I will prove as true to my own true love
As the stars prove true to
the sky
@spice @plant
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