My own photo (near to my home)
By the waterfalls of Ilkley Moor
My love and I did meet.
Her eyes were filled with loveliness;
Her cherry lips were sweet.
She warned me not to fall for her,
With a warning so severe,
But my heart just told me otherwise;
My ears, they didn’t hear.
In spring, beneath the cherry trees,
I looked at her again.
To tell me not to fall in love
Was to tell me quite in vain.
She'd warned me not to love her.
Oh, her words were loud and clear.
Now I’m standing by the River Wharfe
Without my Ruby dear.
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