SING, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune; Make me forget that there was ever a one I walked with in the meek light of the moon When the day's work was done. Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song; Make me forget that she whom I loved well Swore she would love me dearly, love me long, Then - what I cannot tell! Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book; Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears; Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look - Make me forget her tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD YE SONS OF OLD KILLIE - A MASONIC SONG by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH FOR A YOUNG LADY by CAROLINE CLIVE LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - 1815-16 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONG ON HIS MAJESTIE'S RETURNE OUT OF SCOTLAND by ABRAHAM COWLEY |