O! Brook flowlow

O! Brook flowlow

Cloudy black that sky that thunder
my love that side of river does wander.
Me at this side of brook her man
we both does love and meet if can.

Beseech Ye ! Wind ! you why not low
my heart will come , my love will row.
Hey owl o wild ! You do not scream
I wish she come , I long her dream.


Your scary scream will stop her come
she is my life , she is my chum.
O man at boat ! Plea ! Do not delay
dark is the night we laugh and play.


Hey you brook ! You blow some low
let her not flow in your blow.


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