Classic Poem

1. Oh, if ever I get married, it
will be in June, When the fields and the flowers are
out in full bloom, For 'twas there I spied my true love by the
light — of the moon, All — on the banks of the roses.
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2 Oh, her dark rolling eyes they were nothing to compare
With her red rosy cheeks and her long yellow hair;
And the dew that fell down from her long yellow hair
Was like the dew that falls in the summer.

3 Oh, I says, " My dearest dear, if you'll come along with me,
From your daddy and your mammy it's I will set you free;
And I'll roll you in my ar-rums while sleeping you may be
All on the banks of the roses. "

4 Oh, her daddy and her mammy, it's they do plainly say
That I am a scalawag or some runaway,
And they'd rather that their daughter wouldn't live another hour,
Than a rake like me to enjoy her.

5 In my own counteree I am very well known;
I can take a glass of liquor, I can let it alone.
She's the farmer's pretty daughter; I can leave her at home,
And I can go and court some other!