Meet me on the broad road,
Where all the ways converge.
It isn’t that I love you --
But let me see you there.
Meet me on the high road,
The track aross the ridge.
You’re nothing but a shard now --
Still, show me where you’ve been.
Meet me on the mill road,
The path beside the weir.
There’s nothing you can give me --
Still, let me pluck your sleeve.
Meet me on the hedged road,
Where hawthorn lines the lane.
I would not keep you long there --
Still, let me speak with you.
Meet me on the broad road,
Where all the ways converge.
It isn’t that I love you --
But let me see you there.
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