Classic Poem

Now Granny's gone to bed Steal in the back way
Ye shall be my favoured lad I'll be your lass alway
Come in this happy night For Granny's fast asleep
And I'll put out the light Fear some should come to peep

So come the back way dear To love me ye'll be free
Should ye kick at Grannys chair Till furder ye'll find me
The fire it may be out Or there'll may be be a spark
For there's nothing half so sweet As kisses i' the dark

Love come the back way in By the Mint and lads love tree
And where my Grannys bin I' the next chair feel for me
The fire's upo' the hearth And there'll may be [be] a spark
The crickets sing i' mirth And the kiss is sweet at dark

So Roger pulled the string She from the window flew
She was a Lassie sweet He was a lover true
He fell o'er Granny's chair And felt his hearts delight
I' kisses sweet and fair Till morning brought a light