THEY were three bonny mowers Were mowing half the day; They were three bonny lasses A-making of the hay. "Who'll go and fetch the basket?" "Not I." "Nor I." "Nor I." They had no time for falling out Ere Nancy Bell came by. "What's in your basket, Nancy Bell?" "Sweet cakes and currant wine, And venison and cider, lads; Come quickly, come and dine." They were two bonny mowers Fell to among the best; The youngest sits a-fasting, His head upon his breast. "What ails ye, bonny mower, You sit so mournfully?" "Alas! what ails me, Nancy Bell? 'Tis all the love of thee." "Now laugh and quaff, my bonny lad, And think no more o' me. My lover is a finer man Than any twain o' ye. "He's bought for me a kirtle, He's bought for me a coat, Of three-and-thirty colours, Wi' tassels at the throat. "And twenty Maids of Honour They stitched at it a year, And sewed in all their needlework The kisses of my dear!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPANISH WINGS: SENOR by H. BABCOCK THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SLAVE'S LAMENT by ROBERT BURNS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13 by THOMAS CAMPION WHEN ZEPHRYS BLOW by SAMUEL TRAVERS CLOVER SELF-RELIANCE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A VERSION OF PART OF THE SEVENTH CHAPTER OF JOB by MARGETTA FAUGERES |