Classic Poem

How dear to me the wild rose tree
That in the hedge row blooms again
Its golden eye is dear to me
And glistening wi a shower o' rain
How beautiful the roses look
I pass them nearly every day
All blooming in the pleasant nook
A chaffinch built upon its spray
And there all wi' his ruddy breast
Is sitting on its lichen nest

2

How beautiful the wild rose tree
In green close hedges how they shine
I look at them and think of thee
My Mary with thy face divine
Thy face it hath the roses blush
Thine eyes are bright as mornings dew
Thy heart — The chaffinch in the bush
Is innocent and artless too
Sweet Mary wi the dark brown hair
You're chaste and beautifully fair.

3

Let me upon thy bosom lean
Let thy white bosom ease my cares
True love well knows what sorrows mean
And heals and cures them unawares
I kiss my Mary's blushing cheek
I languish in her beaming eye
And all my raptures fondly seek
Is answered by a kind reply
From Mary wi her dark brown hair
Whose chaste and beautifully fair.