Cotswold Love

Cotswold Love written by John Drinkwater

Tides, 1917

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 Blue skies are over Cotswold
  And April snows go by,
 The lasses turn their ribbons
  For April's in the sky,
 And April is the season
  When Sabbath girls are dressed,
 From Rodboro' to Campden,
  In all their silken best.

 An ankle is a marvel
  When first the buds are brown,
 And not a lass but knows it
  From Stow to Gloucester town.
 And not a girl goes walking
  Along the Cotswold lanes
 But knows men's eyes in April
  Are quicker than their brains.

It's little that it matters,
  So long as you're alive,
 If you're eighteen in April,
  Or rising sixty-five,
 When April comes to Amberley
  With skies of April blue,
 And Cotswold girls are briding
  With slyly tilted shoe.

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