Till Earth Outwears, Op. 19a - Till Earth Outwears, Op. 19a: No. 3, The Market Girl - Thomas Hardy

Lyrics by：Thomas Hardy

Composed by：Gerald Finzi

Nobody took any notice of her

As she stood on the causey kerb

All eager to sell her honey

And apples and bunches of garden herb

And if she had offered to give her wares

And herself with them too that day

I doubt if a soul would have cared

To take a bargain so choice away

But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace

That morning as I passed nigh

I went and I said poor maidy dear

And will none of the people buy

And so it began

And soon we knew what the end of it all must be

And I found that though no others had bid

A prize had been won by me