Raglan road 4/4 in g (tokkelen)

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1] On Rag-lan Road of an au-tumn day I saw her first and knew
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that her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue,
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I saw the dan-ger and I pas-sed  a-long the en-chant-ed way,
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And I said let grief be a fal-len leaf at the dawn-ing of the day


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2] On Graf-ton street in No-vem-ber we trip-ped light-ly a-long the ledge
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Of a deep ra-vine, where can be seen, the worth of pas-sion play
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The Queen of hearts still ma-king tarts and I not ma-king hay;
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Oh I loved too much and by such and such is hap-pi-ness thrown a-way


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3] I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her se-cret signs
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That’s known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
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And her words and tint with-out stint, I gave her poems  to   say,
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With her own name there and her own dark hear Like clouds over fields of May

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 4] On a quiet street where old ghost meet, I see her walk-ing now,
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A-way from me so hur-ried-ly, my rea-son must al-low,
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That I had loved not as I should A crea-ture made of clay;
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When the an-gel woos the clay, he’ll llose his wings at the dawn of day


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When the an-gel woos the clay, he’ll llose his wings at the dawn of day