But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.