The Head Hunter: May 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Deep Conversation

Yeah I know I have caused her only pain and sorrow. I took her time that she should spend with her hubby love. It’s not good; to me, to her and to her love. *sigh*

Well after considering the situation I believe it’s time now for me to leave. To pack my things and say goodbye. And I shall learn how to die…

It was a Lover and His Lass

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown and grave with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

The Head Hunter

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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It was a Lover and His Lass

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