Classic Poem

O come love and marry me,
Why do ye tarry!
I languish for lack of thee,
I 'm dying to marry.

The summer is now aflame
With flowers every colour,
The red rose may bring me shame
But I 'll wear no other.

Haste ye my bonny lad,
O haste ye my lover,
I 'm wanton tho' seeming sad,
As one may discover.

Black eyes and raven hair,
Breath like the clover—
A maiden for him shall dare,
Ere summer be over.