The Robin Raisers
If it pass they come to see you, In the daylight all around, They'll fill the clear with swirly kin And bring the flutters down! Give them wine and give them blossoms, Let the women touch their capes, Swing the jug, and jolly Jay-steps Keep the heart, the Music makes! Oh, sweet! Christina! To the rounds! Your fleshy songs, your appled ways! Come and hear the Robin raisers, And loose for me your knotted stays! The liquored air, the hurly-burly! Dancing sounds and sweet delights! But curse the hurdy-gurdy Gambols Who stole the Sweetness from my nights!
Steve Mitchell, 1990
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