One morning in the month of June Down by the riverside, There she beheld a bold fisherman, Come rowing on the tide. "Morning to you, bold fisherman, How come you fishing here?' "I've come a-fishing for your sweet sake All on the river clear.' He lashed his boat up by the stem, And to this lady went. He took her by the milkwhite hand For she was his intent. He then took off his morning robe And laid it on the ground, So she beheld three chains of gold, All on his neck around. Straightway she fell upon her knees And loud for mercy called. "I thought you were a bold fisherman, I see you are some lord.' "Stand up, stand up, unto my father's hall. There I'll make you my bride, And you shall have a Royal Fisherman To row you on the tide.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |