Classic Poem

O Hellen Wright, O Hellen Wright
A cruel maid to me
My many vows o' love to slight
And not to let me be
To throw your image in my way
The light o' day to mark
Then cruelly my hopes betray
And leave me in the dark
When I had hopes your love to meet
You shunned me in the very street.

But when I passed wi careless eye
You passed me every day
I' streets nay fields where none came nigh
But only to betray
I owned my love when you was nigh
I said I loved you true
Since then you never once were bye
In public Street or clover dew
I've walked & looked the whole year round
But never more was Hellen found.

My love for her in April shower
Could not more fitly be
The dew drop fallen on the flower
The honey wi the Bee
My love for her was just as sweet
And natures just as true
But Hellen would not fondness meet
So here I bid adieu