Ribald Classic: Una's Lock
March, 1979
'Twas on a sweet morning,When violets were a-springing,The dew the meads adorning,The larks melodious singing;The rose trees, by each breeze,Were gently wafted up and down,And the primrose, that then blows,Bespangled nature's verdant gown.The purling rill, the murmuring stream,Stole gently through the lofty grove:Such was the time when Darby stoleOut to meet his barefoot love.Sweet Una was the tightest,Genteelest of the village dames;Her eyes were the brightestThat e'er set youthful heart in fla...
