Classic Poem

The pretty flowers were springing
In fields and meadows green
The little birds were singing
Where winter floods had been
Where I went to see my true love
Along the meadow way
Neath the willow rows and dew love
A courting Lucy Grey.

A bonny hat of finest straw
And ribbons black and blue
Her lips the bright and glossy haw
Her cheeks the roses dipt in dew
O she was fair as ony thing
And beautiful as gay
Blythe as a bonny morn o' spring
Was my sweet Lucy Grey.

O we loved and walked together
Both at the night time and the day
And my foot was in loves tether
When young Lucy went away
That morning when she parted
I scarce knew what to say
And I felt half broken hearted
For the loss of Lucy Grey.