My Neighbours Garden
Why in my neighbours garden Are the flowers more sweet than mine? I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbours garden Are the fruits all red and gold, While here the grapes are bitter That hang for my fingers hold? Why in my neighbours garden Do the birds all fly to sing? Over the fence between us One would think twas always spring. I thought my own wide garden Once more sweet and fair than all, Till I saw the gold and crimson Just over my neighbours wall. But now I want his thrushes, And now I want his vine, If I cannot have his cherries That grow more red than mine. The serpent neath his apples Will tempt me to my fall, And then-Ill steal my neighbours fruit Across the garden wall.
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"Why in my neighbours garden..."
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