Classic Poem

My love she wore a muslin cap and trim[m] ed wi' ribbons blue
What time the trees were full o' sap and meadows cowslips new
In meadows and on meadow banks in baulks and clover too
The white horse daisy's stand in ranks all silvered wi' the dew

My love she wore a pleasant gown and owned a rosy face
The prettiest girl o' half the town the finest i' the place
Her waist was sweet and sweet her size fleshy and fair not tall
Bright as the milkmaids were her eyes her neck white as the wall

A muslin cap my love had on and trimmed wi' ribbons blue
When grass was green to look upon and steamed wi' morning dew
Her face was like the cabbage rose her bosom lilly white
Her lips are red her mild eye glows like even's dewy light

My love she is a modest girl a pleasant gown she wears
Her teeth are like two rows O' pearl and glossy brown her hair
I feel transported by her smile and by her frown undone
I'll meet her by the awthorn stile where both will seem as one