Classic Poem

B EAUTIE sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did hide her,
The windes blew calme, the birds did sing,
The coole streames ranne beside her.
My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye
To see what was forbidden:
But better memory said, fie,
So, vaine desire was chidden
Hey nonnie, nonnie.

Into a slumber then I fell,
When fond Imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell,
Her feature or her fashion.
But e'en as babes in dreames doe smile,
And sometimes fall a weeping,
So I awakt, as wise this while,
As when I fell a sleeping.
Hey nonnie, nonnie.