Classic Poem

Its just upon the eve of May
The shooting blade of corn
Are hung with dew at early day
And green's the hedge row thorn
But these with me have naught to charm
Though such were all to me
When roaming round the lonely farm
Where Jenny used to be
For there beneath the woods dark brow
I loved and cannot leave her now.

2

Without her life seems all alone
I scarce can bear its noise
My heart feels heavy as a stone
And locks up fancys joys
The sun looks from the happy sky
On fields of wheat and corn
The sky lark meets the light on high
And singing makes the morn
Beside the thorn & woodside bough
I loved and cannot leave her now.

3

We met on such a morn as this
The sun looked on the hill
But years have crept since that and this
And I love Jenny still
The crows had found a snug retreat
Among the sweet green corn
I never found a morn so sweet
Since first loves hopes were born
We loved beneath the white thorn bough
So truly I can't leave her now.