Classic Poem

Go tell him to clear me one acre of ground,
Setherwood, sale, rosemary and thyme,
Betwixt the sea and the sea-land side,
And then he'll be a true lover of mine.

Tell him to plough it all up with an old leather plough,
Setherwood, sale, rosemary and thyme,
And hoe it all over with a pea-fowl's feather,
And then he'll be a true lover of mine.

Go tell him to plant it all over with one grain of corn,
And reap it all down with an old ram's horn.

Go tell him to shock it in yonder sea,
And return it back to me all dry.

Go tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Without any needle or needle's work.

Go tell her to wash it in yonders well,
Setherwood, sale, rosemary and thyme,
Where rain nor water never fell,
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.

Go tell her to hang it on yonders thorn,
Setherwood, sale, rosemary and thyme,
Where man nor thorn was never seen born,
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.