Lapsus Calami (Apr 1891)/To T. A.
Appearance
To T. A.
(Air: Barbara Allen.)
In Pembrokeshire where I was bornWere many maidens dwelling,But all of them were quite forlornFor love of Thomas Allen.
All in the merry month of May,When green buds they were swelling,Some twenty-six on their death-beds lay,For love of Thomas Allen.
Then slowly slowly Tom rode round,And one by one did eye 'em;But all that Tom could find to sayWas:—These poor girls are dying.
And so in course of time they died,And all of them were buried,Excepting one, and she survived,And that one Thomas married.