Classic Poem

When spring comes unwelcome to the lovers eye[s]
And the voice o' the singing bird grates on the ear
When the green o' the white thorn idle fancies despise
And beauty o' womanhood fails to be dear
Then my thought shall be blighted and love pass away
And bitterness nip my fond heart to its core
And sweet sensibility drop and decay
O' then dearest Ellen I'll love thee no more
My beautiful Ellen ... no
I'll love thee no more.

When the wild flowers o' summer unnoticed forgotten
Shall flourish neglected and blossom unseen
When love in its coffin lies perished and rotten
And none could believe what its beauty could mean
Then the reign of fair woman is burried in chains
And nought can the fame of her beauty restore
All nature is withered the green of her plain[s]
O' then dearest Ellen I'll love thee no more
Dearest Ellen no — no —
I can love thee no more.

Thy bosom the lilly those cheeks like the rose
Thy lips like the bud or the bloom o' the brere
When nature to charm us no pleasure bestows
Then thy charms and thy person shall fail to be dear
To every heart Ellen that beat but my own
The rose that is withered no bloom can restore
Thoul't be left as a flower in its beauty alone
Then then dearest Ellen
I can love thee no more — no, no
Dearest Ellen I can love thee no more.