Classic Poem

1

O well I mind the morn was chill
The black thorn hung i' drops
And gaily turned the old smock mill
Though now it almost stops
In jacket and in trowsers blue
I left my sailor lad
The ocean keeps him stout and true
And he was all I had

2

A slight shower fell from a light sky
And pearled each grassy blade
And half put out the daisey eye
All gold and silver rayed
And on each freckled fox glove bell
Hung rows & strings o' pearl
When he last kissed and loved me well
And called me " dearest girl"

3

Three times the common has been white
With daiseys since he went
The white thorn blossoming i' light
The foxglove downward bent
But he's not yet to me returned
That gave my bosom joy
Nor one day have I sat and mourned
My abscent sailor boy.