Classic Poem

1

Here's the aconite a showing flower
Before the valentine
Of every day there is an hour
Sweet spring I'll claim as thine
I see thee when the first flower comes
And love thee while I can
I see thee when the wild bee hums
And think of Mary Ann

2

The snowdrops in the orchard grass
As white as clumps of snow
Drooping — tell thee lovely lass
That winter's strife must go
With all his snow storms drifting deep
No longer to trepan
The snowdrop wakes the hive bees sleep
And I love Mary Ann

3

The first of young springs early hours
My bonny love is she
The fairest rose in summer bowers
Is not so sweet as thee
My love she is a bonny lass
And I'll seek her when I can
The first white daisey in the grass
Brings me with Mary Ann —