Classic Poem

Tell me, Maiden, tell me truly,
Hast thou lost thy heart or no?
In the charming month of July
Hearts will go a-wandering so;
Is it so,
Ay or no?
Hearts will go, with a—heigh! ho!

Dew bespangles mead and mountain,
Sunbeams kiss, and flow'rets blow;
By the shady dell and fountain
Lovers will a-wooing go;
Is it so,
Ay or no?
Hearts will go, with a—heigh! ho!

Ope thine eyes, and spare thy roses,
Thus outblushing Nature so;
Love is still, and ne'er discloses
What the July gloamings know;
Is it so,
Ay or no?
Hearts will go, with a—heigh! ho!