Classic Poem

The white thorn is budding and rushes are green
The Ivy leaves rustle around the ash tree
On the sweet sunny bank blue violets are seen
That tremble beneath the wild hum of the bee
The sun beams they play on the brooks plashy ripples
Like millions o' suns in each swirl looping on
The rush nods and bows till its tassel'd head tipples
Right into the whimpled flood kissing the stones

2

'Twas down in the cowpasture just at the gloaming
I met a young woman sweet tempered and mild
I said pretty maiden say where are you roaming
I'm walking at even she answer'd and smiled
" Here my sweetheart and I gather'd posies at even
" Its eight years ago sin they sent him to sea
Wild flowers hung wi' dew are like angels fro heaven
They look up in my face and keep whisp'ring to me

3

They whisper the tales that were told by my true love
In the evening and morning they glisten wi' dew
They say (bonny blossoms) " I'll neer get a new love
I love her she's kindly" I say I love him too
The passing by stranger's a stranger no longer
He kiss't off the tear drop which fell from her 'ee
Wi blue jacket and trowsers he is bigger & stronger
Tis her own constant Willy return'd from the sea.