Classic Poem

1

I went my Sunday mornings rounds
 One pleasant summer day
And stood i' the green meadow grounds
 'Mong cocks and swaths o' hay
Up the green rush the Lady bird
 Clomb to its very tops
And there the crickets songs were heard
 Like organs without stops

2

The sun was climbing up the sky
 A looking glass of gold
It melts and quivers on the eye
 And blinds us to behold
Melting and shining to its height
 It shines from pole to pole
And sliddering down at dewy night
 Goes out a dying coal

3

I stood among the swathes and cocks
 How sweet the light did seem
When a sweet lass with inky locks
 Came tripping by the stream
Sweet one I said I do prefer
 To ask you why you walk
'Tis merely for my pleasure sir
 As you stand there to talk

4

The wind came from the southern sky
 And tokened flying showers
The busy bee and butterfly
 Her ribbons took for flowers
The wasp it buzzed about her mouth
 Her lips seemed cherries red
The wind shook from the balmy south
 The curls about her head

5

Young man she said you'l marry me
 And waited for reply
Why yes my dear but do'nt you see
 Love is the stronger tie
And then I kissed her lips and cheeks
 And made her merry hearted
I wed the maid in just three weeks
 From the first day we parted