Classic Poem

1

Among the green bushes where primroses bloom
I sing to myself and wander alone
And by mossy roots hear the wilding bees hum
Persueing the sunbeams with wearisome drone
Stealing kisses from primroses all in their bloom

2

I leave the rude noise of the wearisome world
And hide me in thickets of white and black thorn
Where primroses blossom all crispy and curled
And spangled wi' dew at the breath o' the morn.
O' theres ne'er such a feeling of joy in the world

3

I wander alone i' th' green white thorn bushes
And mock the fond whistles of glad singing birds
Where the winds o'er my head like loch river rushes
And the musical bleating of heath feeding herds
And see birds building nests in the early green bushes

4

Among the green bushes where primroses glisten
And violets purple the mossy oak roots
Where boys creep i' the thicket to gather and listen
And fill trowsers pockets with beautiful toots
While the sun o'er the trees has just risen

5

Among the green bushes where primroses bloom
I sing to myself as I wander alone
And among the wood flowers hear the wilding bee's hum
Persueing its ramble with wearisome drone
Stealing kisses from primroses in their first bloom.