Golden Skein Oh it was in the month of May, When rams and heifers sport and play And tiny birds do sing a charm I met a fair young man The sun shone on his flaxen hair His cheek was high and rosy fair And when he spoke most courteously 'Twas like the sound of spring "Oh would you mind," he said to me, "If I do tag along with thee Perchance to help thee bind thy hair Or weave the golden skein" "Oh no, kind sir, this cannot be For you're a stranger unto me My mistress bids I will not bide Nor pass the idle day "'Tis best you go and seek out those With riches fine and frilly clothes Where ladies fair do plait and bind Or weave the golden skein" But oh the day was sweet and warm And there was pleasure in his form To idle was my moment's ease The rest, my heart's desire So gently took me by the hand To wander softly 'cross the land To pluck a rose to bind my hair To tread the flowered stream Then on my breast he wound a chain Around and fro and back again And in a cloak of lace entwined He wove the golden skein recorded by Evelyn and Bob Beers SOF
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