Classic Poem

1

The music of thy voice is steeling
Around the heart in fondest feeling
And leaves a passion past consealing
For bonny Mary Ayre.

2

The breeze is flapping in the shrowd
The storm is singing in the cloud
And still the first in every crowd
Is bonny Mary Ayre.

3

The flood and forrest doubly raves
A mist is hanging o'er the waves
And flowers are in a thousand graves
With floods and tempests o'er them.

4

In every season of the year
Her voice in music songs I hear
In mountains, valleys, every where
I hear sweet Mary Ayre.

5

There is a soul in natures voice
That makes my lonely heart rejoice
The breezes wisper my first choice
And that is Mary Ayre