Classic Poem

My father was a sailor,
My brother, a sailor was he,
And the man who would be my lover
A sailor he must be.


Oh, a pearl is a thing of much value,
And a diamond yet more than this;
But I know what to me is most precious,
And that is a student's kiss.


Do not look at my face;
I am brown, I am not fair;
When you look, look below my waist,
I am sweet altogether there.


My lover is but a small man,
So would I have him be;
Fewer leaves and more fruit ever
We find on the little tree.