Classic Poem

She is a sweet and bonny thing
Not older than fifteen
Though old enough to wear a ring
But not the maidens gaudy thing
Could I but know the thoughts of her
In abscence all the day
As men tell money by the chink
I'd then know what to say.

I love to see her gown of green
Her breast of fairest clay
Her thoughts are purity within
Like th' pink inside o' may
And frae the ancle to the shin
She's like a bunch o' flowers
Lovely without & fair within
Like summers choices hours.

White as the white moss rose her skin
As dew drops bright her eye
She's like a lily cap within
And fair to every eye
Her ruby lips are bonny red
That never fade to pale
I think to day what love has said
To morrow may prevail.