I've heard the lilting at our yowe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before the dawn o'day; But now theyare moaning on ilka green loaning: 'The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away'. See Cockburn 224:55.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes. And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns.dylan thomas
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