I LIKE pretty maids flushed with joy, With glad hair blowing free. They smile right kind on many a boy, But only one on me. But I have a penny, a fiddle, and Joan, And my sweet Joan has me. Meadow and flock, the wise folk said, It never were right to miss, But my maid Joan has a kirtle red And a merry mouth to kiss. And I can fiddle and Joan can sing, And what were better than this? The young men talk of getting and gold, And lands far over the sea. But I and my fiddle will never grow old, And this is the life for me. I have a penny, my fiddle, and Joan, And my sweet Joan has me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO CHROMIS by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER |