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How Sweet I Roamed lyrics
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me,
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
Part of these releases
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- Track 6 on The Fugs First Album
- 5 I Couldn't Get High
- 7 Carpe Diem
- 7 Seize the Day
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- Track 7 on Refuse to Be Burnt-Out
- 6 Wide, Wide River
- 8 Refuse to Be Burnt-Out
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- Track 14 on Electromagnetic Steamboat: The Reprise Recordings Disc 2
- 13 CCD
- 15 I Couldn't Get High
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- Track 11 on The Real Woodstock Festival Disc 2
- 10 Wide, Wide River
- 12 Morning, Morning
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