Gold Song

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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"Gold of butterflies, gold of bees, 
Gold of ragweeds and golden seas; 
Gold on gorses for kissing's sake, 
Which of these will you touch and take, 
Moirin, Moirin?" 

Golden butterfly's not for me, 
I'll ha' none o' the golden bee: 
My heart of gold shall not beat nor break, 
Though I love the gorses for kissing's sake, 
Mother, Mother! 

"Then rest you merry, through heat and cold, 
Sweet lips of cherry, sweet heart of gold; 
Yet Gold-Heart surely shall come some day 
To cry for gray wings to fly away, 
Moirin, Moirin!" 

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