Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow read more

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.

You may conquer with a sword but you are conquered by a kiss.

You may conquer with a sword but you are conquered by a kiss.

First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
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First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since it grew more clean and white.

Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
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Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loath to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met,
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

Jenny, she's aw weet, peer body,
Jenny's like to cry;
For she hes weet her petticoats
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Jenny, she's aw weet, peer body,
Jenny's like to cry;
For she hes weet her petticoats
In gangin' thro' the rye,
Peer body.

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?