Lost At The Fair

LAST night at the Fair did I lose thee, my honey— I hunted thee south and I hunted thee north; I'd rather than lost thee have lost all the money That all the great lords in the kingdom are worth. Chorus.—Heart-sorry in worry in flurry did hurry Poor I, like a wild thing alost, here and there, When Rosy the cosy, sweet Rosy the posy And pride of her Robin, was miss'd at the Fair. Resolved to discover the fleet-footed rover, My way thro' the stalls, shows, and people I wound; But there 'mid ways many, the rarest of any, No image like Rose's sweet image was found. Chorus.—Heart-sorry in worry and flurry, etc. With glee the Inns sounded, with joyance unbounded Danced maiden and callant; I into them glanced; But who was who barely I saw, tho' saw fairly That no one like Rose with the dancers a-danced. Chorus.—Heart-sorry in worry and flurry, etc. In search of my honey I spent all my money, Then took to the road in a spirit of gloom, When lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy I kiss'd her and cuddled her all the way home. Chorus.—Heart-sorry in worry in flurry did hurry Poor I, like a wild thing alost, here and there; Till lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy I kiss's, sung, and linked with her home from the Fair.