William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
My Mother Bids Me Bind My HairMrs. Anne Hunter (17421821)
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With bands of rosy hue,
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace my bodice blue.
While others dance and play?’
Alas! I scarce can go or creep
While Lubin is away.
When those we love were near;
I sit upon this mossy stone
And sigh when none can hear.
And sing my simple lay,
The village seems asleep or dead,
Now Lubin is away.