Ammon Wrigley - "On Doldrum Hill in June"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

On Doldrum Hill in June

Just you and I on Doldrum Hill,
On Doldrum Hill in June,
When morning wore her golden gown,
And fields were flower strewn;
No harvest winds on Doldrum Hill
Were half so free from care,
Or ever kissed an English girl
More winsome or more fair.
Your lips were red as poppied fields,
And summer blue your eyes,
And far away the years that bring
Life’s sorrow days and sighs.
We roaming drank love’s wonder wine
From its enchanted brew,
And still in dreams I lift the cup,
And drink again to you.
Still sings the thrush in morning woods,
Still soars the noonday lark,
Still calls the grouse on Longden Dean
When evening moors grow dark;
Still comes the flower to the field,
The blossom to the tree;
I'd give them all to roam one day
On Doldrum Hill with thee.

Ammon Wrigley - "On Doldrum Hill in June"


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