Classic Poem

I must be going, no longer staying,
The burning Thames I have to cross.
Oh I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms of my dear lass.

When he came to his true love's window,
He knelt down gently on a stone,
And it's a through a pane he whispered slowly,
"My dear girl, are you alone?'

She rose her head from her down-soft pillow,
And snowy were her milk-white breasts,
Saying, "Who's there, who's there at my bedroom window,
Disturbing me from my long night's rest?'

"Oh I'm your lover, don't discover.
I pray you rise, love, and let me in,
For I am fatigued out of my long night's journey;
Besides I am wet into the skin.'

Now this young girl rose and put on her clothing,
Till she quickly let her true love in.
Oh they kissed, shook hands and embraced each other
Till that long night was near at an end.

"Willie dear, O dearest Willie,
Where is that colour you'd some time ago?'
"O Mary dear, the cold clay has changed me,
I am but the ghost of your Willie O.'

"Then cock, O cock, O handsome cockerel,
I pray you not crow until it is day;
For your wings I'll make of the very best beaten gold,
And your comb I will make of the silver ray.'

But the cock it crew and it crew so fully,
It crew three hours before it was day,
And before it was day my love had to go away,
Not by the light of the moon nor the light of day.

When she saw her love disappearing,
The tears down her pale cheeks in streams did flow.
He said, "Weep no more for me, dear Mary,
I am no more your Willie O.'

"Then it's Willie dear, O dearest Willie,
Whenever shall I see you again?'
"When the fish they fly, love, and the sea runs dry, love,
And the rocks they melt by the heat of the sun.'