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Matins 344 Portsoken (Make Me A Viceroy) Sing Luna, Sing Saviour Lace Bill Neate & the Gas-man Another Folly Under This Light, Through the Night-dress Blush & Haggard August





Blush & Haggard





Are you looking for love on a dark day,
in the gravel of an orchard where the wrens play?
Are you looking above, or scavenging upon the ground
where the fallen apple-johns are found?

Oh, my core, my heart!
If you're piercing the blush and haggard, loosely-hung facade,
your beak might prick my seeds of cyanide.
Now, now, careful when you tear this apple-john apart.
(Oh, to see her!)

Are you looking for love? A silly ardour;
a wren-bob, pretty and quick under the arbour.
Will you sing for me? A warble and a shake; a cry
convulsing an empire line.




Cassel Works, Billingham Falstaff, and apple-johns

Ratcliffe Orchard




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2010