Shropshire Lad

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Trackliste 1887 from clee to heaven the beacon burns Loveliest of trees Leave your home behind, lad Wake: the silver dusk returning Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers When the lad for longing sighs When smoke stood up from Ludlow Farewell to barn and stack and tree On moonlight heath and lonesome bank The sun at noon to higher air The boys are up the woods with day On your midnight pallett lying When I watch the living meet When I was one-and-twenty There pass the careless people Look not in my eyes It nods and curtseys and recovers Twice a week the winter thorough Oh, when I was in love with you The time you won your town the race Oh fair enough are sky and plain In summertime on Bredon The street sounds to the soldiers'tread The lads in their hundreds Say, lad, have you things to do? This time of year Along the field as we came Is my team ploughing? High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam 'Tis spring; come out to ramble Others, I am not the first On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble From far, from eve and morning If truth in hearts that perish Oh, sick I am to see you On the idle hill of summer White in the moon the long road lies As through the wild green hills of Wyre The winds out of the west land blow Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town Into my heart an air that kills In my own shire, if I was glad Once in the wind of morning When I meet the morning beam Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Because I liked you better He would not stay for me If it chance your eye offend you Bring; in this timeless grave to throw Here the hangman stops his cart Be still, my soul, be still Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly In valleys of springs or rivers Loitering with a vacant eye Far in western brookland The lad come to the door at night With rue my heart is laden Westward on the high-hilled plains Far I hear the bugle blow You smile upon your friend to-day When I came last to Ludlow The star-filled seas are smooth to-night Now hollows fires burn out to black The vane on Hughley steeple Terence, this is stupid stuff I hoed and trenched and weeded