Bouncy Ballad,
from
April Bernard's
RomanticismYon hieland bonny, hieland lassie,
strides across the brae.
She beckons aye to horse and doggie,
she has laughter for herself and all.
Within her bides the one she loved,
the clown who capered aboard the ship
as it sailed forever and gone.
Ships that sail past Greenland way,
those ships do not return.
Fare thee well, my bonny laddie,
I've saved up the love in your eyes.
Buttermilk froth and strawberry jam,
knife for the bread on the scrubbed pine board,
there's a feast to feed my friends.