Robert Herrick - CHERRY RIPE

Robert Herrick - CHERRY RIPE

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, br Full and fair ones; come, and buy: br If so be you ask me where br They do grow? I answer, there br Where my Julia's lips do smile;-- br There's the land, or cherry-isle; br Whose plantations fully show br All the year where cherries grow.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 00:33

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