Classic Poem

It was pleasant and delightful on one midsummer's morn,
When the green fields and meadows they were covered in corn,
And the blackbirds and thrushes sang in every green tree,
And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day.

As the sailor and his true love they walked out one day,
Said the sailor to his true love, "I am bound far away,
I am bound for the East Indies where the loud cannon roar,
And I'm going to leave my Nancy, she's the girl that I adore.'

Three heavy sighs she gave and said, "Jimmy my dear,
And are you a-going to leave me in despair?
And are you a-going to leave me in such pain,
Till you from the Indies return home again?'

Now a ring from her finger she instantly drew,
Saying, "Take this, sweet Jimmy, and my heart will go too.'
And while he was embracing her, tears from her eyes fell,
Saying, "May I go along with you?' "Oh no, my love, farewell.'

Said the sailor to his true love, "I can no longer stay,
For our tops'ls they are hoisted and her anchor is weighed.
Our big ship lies waiting for the next flowing tide,
and if ever I return again I will make you my bride.'