Classic Poem

Now Stina and Matts went to Stockholm, and he
Became an apprentice, a lady's-maid she.
But with her so deeply in love did he fall,
He gave her a thing called a sun-parasol.

Through all the long week but for Sunday he prayed,
When he could get rid of the stains of his trade,
And go for a fine promenade in the mall
To show off his sweet with her sun-parasol.

The Sundays came round just as sure as could be,
But never a sign of the sun could they see,
And Stina she thought it would not do at all
To take in dull weather a sun-parasol.

" I can't understand, " said the girl, with a pout,
" Why this year the sun is ashamed to come out;
For into the clouds like an ogre he 'll crawl
When I should go out with my sun-parasol. "

But Matts, who was truly a clever young beau,
Said, " You are so pretty and dazzling, you know,
That when you go out, 't is the sun most of all,
I 'm thinking, has need of a sun-parasol. "