As I gang'd o'er the Links of @3Leith@1 One Morn, was fresh and rosie; The Birds did sing, the Flowers did breath So sweet, I sought a Poesie: I thought I heard one Sing my praise, And found 'twas sweet and bonny; And sounded @3Sally@1 with such grace, It must be Charming @3Sawney@1. His Daddy, was a Farmer grey, That lov'd the Barn and Mow, Sir; Brisk @3Sawney@1 train'd another way, Can Pipe, as well as Plough, Sir: He'd touch a Flute, and play a Tune So soft, so sweet and bonny; Each @3Philomel@1 that heard fell down, And died to Eccho @3Sawney@1. I often went to Milk our Kine, Inspir'd with Love and Folly: And there he'd Chant a song Divine, And close with Lovely @3Sally:@1 The Teats I stroak'd, whence Milk did flow, His words too drop'd down Honey; And ev'ry Note did charm me so, I ran half Mad for @3Sawney@1. He press'd my Hand and hugg'd my Wast, A Kiss did then avail too; And often he my Labour eas'd, With carrying home my Pail too: He ask'd my Dad, for me to Wife, Who said, to have more Money; A Neighboring Loon should ease that strife, But I resolv'd for @3Sawney@1. Then soon my Mother took my part, This Girl we must not baulk so; There's something sad, grows near her Heart, Her Face is Pale as Chalk too: And now 'tis done, the Steeple rings, We each call Joy and Honey; Whilst I despise the Crowns of Kings, I'm pleas'd so well with @3Sawney@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |