Classic Poem

Said the father to the daughter,
‘What makes you so lament?
Isn't there men enough in this country
That can give your heart content?’

‘There's men enough in this country
But there's never one for me.
You have pressed the only lad I love
And did me satisfy.’

Seven long years was gone and past,
Twelve long weary days,
When she saw a ship come dashing along the deep
And in it was her own.

He said, ‘Yonder sits my angel
A-watching there for me.
Tomorrow to the church we'll go
And married we will be.’

As she went to get married
And a-turning home again,
She met her aged father
And seven armèd men.

‘Here's fifty guineas in bright gold,
Dear girl, I'll give to thee,
If you'll forsake the lad you love
And come home with me.’

‘But it's not your gold that glitters
And your silver does not shine.
I'm married to the lad I love
And I'm happy in my mind.’