Aboudou by Phil Cummings


How sweet I roamed from field to field
And tasted all the summer’s pride
Till I a prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide.

... He shew’d me lillies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grew.

William Blake
Sung by ‘The Fugs’