WebLyrics to 'A Dorset Folk Song' by LINDEN LEA : Within the woodlands, flowery glade / By the oak trees' mossy moot, / The shining grass blades, timber-shaded, / Now do quiver underfoot; / And birds do whistle overhead, / An water's bubbling in its bed; / And there, for me, the apple tree / WebAn’ brown-leav’d fruit’s a turnen red, In cloudless zunsheen, over head, Wi’ fruit vor me, the apple tree. Do lean down low in Linden Lea. Let other vo’k meake money vaster. In the air o’ dark-room’d towns, I don’t dread a peevish measter; Though noo man do heed my frowns, I be free to goo abrode,

Linden Lea - song and lyrics by The Full English Spotify

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Linden Lea - Mainly Norfolk

WebLyrics of Linden Lea - A Dorset Song - Sir Thomas Allen No lyrics yet! Help us make … WebLinden Lea - A Dorset Song The House of Life: I. Love-sight The House of Life: II. Silent … WebDo lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves, that lately were a-springing, Now do fade … shuffles and such nyt