In a house, in a square in a quadrantShare
In a street, in a lane, in a road.
Turn to the left on the right hand
You see there my true love's abode
I go there a courting, And cooing to my love like a dove;
And swearing on my bended knee, if ever I cease to love,
May sheep-heads grow on apple trees, If ever I cease to love.
Chorus:
If ever I cease to love, if ever I cease to love,
May the moon be turn'd to green cream cheese,
If ever I cease to love
St. Stephen the First Martyr
4 hours ago
2 comments:
Growing up there I don't think I ever heard this song. I certainly don't have any association of it with Carnival.
May you have a blessed and fruitful Lent.
I first heard the song when reading a book about New Orleans called Crescent Carnival by Frances Parkinson Keyes. Have a great Lent!
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