Classic Poem

1

'Twas somewhere in the April time
Not long before the May
A sitting on a bank o' thyme
I heard a maiden say
My truelove is a sailor
And e're he went away
We spent a year together
And here my lover lay —

2

The gold furze were in blossom
So was the daisey too
The dew pearls on the little flowers
Were emeralds in hue
On this same summer morning
Though then the sabath day
He cropt me spring polanthuses
Beneath the white thorn may

3

He crop't me spring polanthuses
And said if they would keep
They'd tell me all loves fusses
For dews on them did weep
And I did weep at parting
Which lasted all the week
And when he turned for starting
My full heart could not speak

4

The same roots grow polanthus flowers
Beneath the same haw tree
I cropt them in morns dewy hours
And here loves offerings be
O come to me my sailor beau
And ease my aching breast
The storms shall cease to rave & blow
And here thy life find rest