O lady Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba', The youngest he was the flower amang them a', My bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet. O father, O father, an ye think it fit, We'll send him a year to the college yet, We'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat, And that will let them ken he's to marry yet. Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew, Sweet was its smell and bonnie was its hue, And the longer it blossom'd the sweeter it grew, For the lily in the bud will be bonnier yet. Young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik, Bonnie and bloomin' and straught was its make, The sun took delight to shine for its sake, And it will be the brag o' the forest yet. The simmer is gane when the leaves they were green, And the days are awa' that we hae seen, But far better days I trust will come again; For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TWO HISTORIES by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE VOICE OF THE UNBORN by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE ROSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO SIR ASTON COCKAYNE ON CAPTAIN HANNIBALL; EPIGRAM by CHARLES COTTON |