Classic Poem

I've waited long lonely but hither she comes
Where the fox glove blooms & the wild bee hums
Where the spinning Fly twirls at the Fox glove bell
And darts like a shot at the place none can tell
Hither she comes to the green wood leaves
Where the Lady bird creeps and flys all the day long
And the nightingales ever a singing her song
Come here my beloved and sit by my side
In thy green cotton gown & black apron beside
While the sun beams o' light like threadings of gold
Streaks through the green bushes most sweet to behold
While the Jenny wren pops from the bushes o' gorse
Where her nest is lapt up a green bundle o' moss
Come here my young fair one and sit thyself down.