on the road to Fennel Fair?
For I love the laugh of a ginger lass
with a thistle in her hair.
A freckled girl makes a friendly sight
Might have caught half your smile
You're soft as stars on a lonely night
You're as light as a valley in love
Clouds of furless find my love
You break the fields of clay
The turtle dove has made her flight
Oh, walk a while with farming drums
Sing away the wonder blue
Shares a walking song with you
Now I've walked a many single mile
I've known the morning gray
I've planted in the waning moon,
I've weeped the lonely clay.
A man who passes twenty years
Holds the harmony of a ginger lass,
like the light of heaven's sun.
Clouds of furrows fly above,
break the fields of clay.
The turtle dove has made her flight
Oh, walk a while with Farming John
Shares a walking song with you
shares a walking song with you.
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