Ye Lads and Lasses

Ye lads and lasses on the green,
Oh, have ye my true lover seen?
She’s dressed in gold that sparkles bright,
And for all eyes she’s all delight
With ribbons blue within her hair,
And oh, she dances oh so rare
That she must stand out anywhere!

A “Fa la la”!—her voice I hear!
Another “Fa”! I’m coming, Dear!
For “Fa la la” I’m ready bound
To toe the green with gentle sound.
Oh, Fa la la and Fa la lo,
I see her now and off I go!

She sees me coming, laughs and spins,
And spins and spins, for loving wins!
Our hands do clasp, I’m spinning, too;
Our “Fa la la’s” rise to the blue!
Oh Fa la la and Fa la lo,
It’s round and round and round we go!

Then oof! I fall; on back I lie,
With fuzzy “Fa’s” that dizzy fly.
Ye lads and lasses on the green,
Oh, have ye my true lover seen?

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1 Response to Ye Lads and Lasses

  1. Robert Tracy says:

    His awkward fall with hand clasped with hers. No problem there.

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