Allison, my darling Allison,
where art thou my love?
My fairest lady durst thou
not wish to appear for me?
Is it because thou fearest
my spear,or because thou hath
forsaken me for another my love?
I think it quite queer my sweet rose,
that thou shouldest not appear,
for my love for thee is exquisitely
simple and so very true.
My darling lady,so lovely and sweet,
I durst believe that I'd even die for thee,
if thou ventured to ask it of me.
But This question's answer thou must bestow
upon me: Why hideth thou from me,knowest not
that I love thee like no other?
Donavon Scott Vinson
