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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