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FOUR RYE SHEAVES
Four rye sheaves to be my bed;
"Now God me save," was the prayer I said;
"Now God me save," was the prayer I said;
And sweet was the sleep that came to me,
For I was home where I fain would be;
For I was home where I fain would be;
And sweet was the dream that sleep did yield,
A flowering bank, and a daisied field;
A flowering bank, and a daisied field;
A lovers' lane, and a winsome maid—
But I never heard the word she said;
But I never heard the word she said;
I never heard what word she spoke,
For the bugle was blown and I awoke.
····· Four rye sheaves to be my bed—
But where this night may I lay my head?
For the bugle was blown and I awoke.
····· Four rye sheaves to be my bed—
But where this night may I lay my head?
Four rye sheaves to be my bed—
Will she come with that word if I am dead?
Will she come with that word if I am dead?