Classic Poem

How sweet is every length'ning day
And every change of weather
When summer comes on skies blue grey
And brings her hosts together
Her flocks of birds her crowds of flowers
Her sunny shining water
I dearly love the woodbine bowers
That hides the Shepherds daughter
In gown o' green or brown or blue
The shepherds daughter leal and true

How bonny is her lily breast
How sweet her rosey face
She'd gie my aching bosom rest
Where love would find its place
While earth is green and skies are blue
And sunshine gilds the water
While summers sweet and natures true
I'll love the Shepherds daughter
Her nut brown hair her clear bright eye
My daily thought my only joy

She's such a simple sweet young thing
Dressed in her country costume
My wits had used to know the Spring
Till I saw, and lov'd, and lost em
How quietly the Lily lies
Upon the deepest water
How sweet to me the summer skies
And so is the Millers daughter
With lily breast and rosy face
The sweetest maid in ony place

My singing bird my bonny flower
How dearly could I love thee
To sit with thee one pleasant hour
If thou would'st but approve me
I swear by lilies white and yellow
That flower on deepest water
Would'st thou but make me happy fellow
Id wed the Shepherds daughter
By all thats on the earth or water
I more than love the Shepherds daughter