Classic Poem

‘Arise, arise, you pretty maiden,
Arise, arise, it is almost day,
And come unto your bedroom window
And hear what your true love do say.’

‘Begone, begone, you'll awake my father,
My mother she can quickly hear;
Go and tell your tales unto some other
And whisper softly in their ear.’

‘I won't begone for I love no other,
You are the girl that I adore;
It's I, my dear, who love you dearly,
It's the pains of love that have brought me here.’

Then the old man heard the couple talking,
He so nimbly stepped out of bed,
Putting his head out of the window,
Johnny dear was quickly fled.

‘Now daughter dear, tell me the reason
You will not let me take my silent rest.
I'll have you confined to your bedchamber
And your true love to sea I will press.’

‘Now father dear, pay down my fortune,
It's full five hundred pounds, you know,
That I may cross the briny ocean
Where the stormy winds do blow.’

‘Now daughter dear, you may case your mind
'Tis for your sweet sake that I say so:
If you cross the briny ocean
Without your fortune you must go.’