the lover's list.
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THE LOVER'S LIST
a ballad
"Come, sit on this bank so shady,
Sweet Evelyn, sit with me
And count me your loves, fair lady!
How many may they be
Sweet Evelyn, sit with me
And count me your loves, fair lady!
How many may they be
The maiden smiled on her lover,
And traced with her dimpled hand,
Of names, a dozen and over,
Down in the shining sand.
And traced with her dimpled hand,
Of names, a dozen and over,
Down in the shining sand.
"And now," said Evelyn, rising,
"Sir Knight! your own, if you please;
And if there be no disguising,
The list will out-number these.
"Sir Knight! your own, if you please;
And if there be no disguising,
The list will out-number these.
