Classic Poem

Oh come as it will come or come if it shall come
If Sally but smiles the winter turns spring
Come joy or come sorrow if t'will come & welcome
Let my Sally smile on while my ballads I sing
I'll sing o' the Hawthorn and grove o' grey willows
Where Sally and I sat a courting all day
When I kiss'd her red cheeks oer two snowy pillows
Not one word o' resentment she found for to say —

2

So come love as t'will come if crosses shall come
True love is like water pure rinning along
The rocks and the shallows at all times are welcome
Wet or dry they are welcome in loves happy song
For Sally is fair she's bewitchingly handsome
Her bosom's white lilys her cheeks the red rose
If her last words were cold still to love her I am come
True love like a siller brook murmers & flows

3

Come weal or come woe come sorrow or gladness
Come blackness what matters if Sally but smile
With her I'll be happy tho puzzled to madness
And find that her ransom is worth all my toil
Oh Sally my darling sweet beautiful Sally
Thy bosom I vow is the throne o' Loves joy
To trifle with thee or one moment to dally
Deserves not the least o' thy smiles to enjoy.