TO NORTHAMPTONSHIRE LET US GO
To Northamptonshire let us go,
My lady come, now let us go:
Let's board a sail from Upton Mill,
On Wotton brook now let us row.
The winter winds are hid and gone,
And sunny smiling kids are out,
While picking blooms of marigolds,
O listen, how they scream and shout.
The doves and larks are in a mood,
To thank the peaceful eastern breeze:
The damsel flies, they have the dews,
In every little bush and trees.
The kites are over glimmering skies,
And carnivals are on a show:
The brides and brooms, they sail the brook
And hand in hand they together go.
The tradesmen are a happy crew,
And merchants have the ship back home:
The sea is calm, and air is sweet,
How far has fled the fearful storm!
My lady come, now let us go,
To Northamptonshire let us go:
Let's board a sail from Upton Mill,
On Wotton brook now let us row
And the lady said "come, let us go,
To Warwickshire now let us row"
By Jay, "The Silver Bells"
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