A Shropshire Lad
But when the snows at Christmas
On Bredon top were strown,
My love rose up so early
And stole out unbeknown
And went to church alone.
On Bredon top were strown,
My love rose up so early
And stole out unbeknown
And went to church alone.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the steeples hum.
'Come all to church, good people,'—
—Oh, noisy bells, be dumb;
I hear you, I will come.
And still the steeples hum.
'Come all to church, good people,'—
—Oh, noisy bells, be dumb;
I hear you, I will come.
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