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Meet Me in the Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,

Beside the tall elm-tree,

Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;

There come with me.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset Down in the green glen,

Where we've often met By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,

By sweetbriar bushes there;

Meet me by your own sen,

Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar,

By the mole-hill swelling there;

When the west glows like a fire God's crimson bed is there.

Meet me in the green glen.

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John Clare

John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English cou…

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