Classic Poem

Downe lay the Shepherd Swaine
so sober and demure
Wishing for his wench againe
so bonny and so pure
With his head on hillock lowe
and his arms akimboe,
And all was for the losse of his
hye nonny nonny noe.

His Teares fell as thinne
as water from the still,
His haire upon his chinne
grew like Thyme upon a hill,
His cherry cheekes pale as snowe
did testifye his mickle woe
And all was for the losse of his
hye nonny nonny noe.

Sweet she was, as kind a love
as ever fetter'd Swayne;
Never such a daynty one
shall man enjoy again.
Sett a thousand on a rowe
I forbid that any showe
Ever the like of her
hye nonny nonny noe.

Face she had of Filberd hue
and bosom'd like a Swan
Back she had of bended ewe,
And wasted by a span.
Haire she had as black as Crowe
from the head unto the toe
Downe downe all over her
hye nonny nonny noe.

With her Mantle tuck't up high
she foddered her flock
So bucksome and alluringly
her knee upheld her smock
So nimbly did she use to goe,
so smooth she danc't on tip-toe,
That all the men were fond of her
hye nonny nonny noe.

She smiled liked a Holy-day,
and simpred like the Spring,
She pranck't it like a Popingaie,
and like a Swallow sing:
She trip't it like a barren Doe,
She strutted like a gor-crowe,
Which made the men so fond of her
hye nonny nonny noe.

To sport it on the merry downe
to daunce the Lively Haye,
To wrastle for a green gowne
in heate of all the day.
Never would she say me no
yet me thought I had tho
Never enough of her
hye nonny nonny noe.

But gonne she is the prettiest lasse
that ever trod on plaine.
What ever hath betide of her
blame not the Shepherd Swayne
For why? she was her owne Foe,
and gave herselfe the overthrowe
By being so franke of her
hye nonny nonny noe.