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OVER the meadow and down the lane / To the gate by the twisted thorn: / Your feet should know each turn of the way / You trod so many many a day, / Before the old love was put out of its pain, / Before the new love was born.
Kiss her, hold her and fold her close, / Tell her the old true tale: / You ought to know each turn of the phrase, -- / You learned them all in the poor old days / Before the birth of the new red rose, / Before the old rose grew pale.
And do not fear I shall creep to-night / To make a third at your tryst: / My ghost, if it walked, would only wait / To scare the others away from the gate / Where you teach your new love the old delight, / With the lips that your old love kissed.