Time o'day
C. Scott
What be time o'day Lass,
What be time o'day?
Meadow-clocks a'blowing
All along the way!
Pluck them as you pass Lass,
Blow their down away,
Tell if you can Lass
What be the time o'day?
Now the shadows flit Lass,
Sundown in the west,
Toil o'day be over,
Comes the hour of rest:
Time for lover's meetings,
Loiterings in the lane;
Tell me, if it be Lass
Time to kiss again?