Classic Poem

It's now for me a petticoat red
And a whip of green rushes,
So out on the road with my eyes ahead
For the lane of the wild thrushes.
Who was it saw my good red dress?
And who was it saw me dressing?
'Twas himself indeed and none the less,
And that was a great blessing!

There's many the rush in a whip that's long,
In a whip of green rushes!
There's many a song and them all in song,
In the lane of the wild thrushes.
What wouldn't they give for a petticoat red?
And wouldn't they call me funny
That's more for the dreams that's filling my head
Than a crock of good red money?