Classic Poem

Who loves the white thorn tree
And the river running free
There a maiden stood with me
In summer weather
Near a cottage far from town
While the sun went brightly down
O'er the meadows green and brown
We stood and loved together

2

How sweet her drapery flowed
While the moor-cock oddly crowed
The kiss which love bestowed
Under that white thorn tree
Soft winds the water curled
The trees their branches furled
Sweetest nook in all the world
Is where she stood with me

3

Calm came the evening air
The sky was sweet and fair
I' the river shadowed there
Close by the awthorn tree
Round her neck I clasped my arms
And kissed her rosey charms
O'er the flood the Hackle swarms
Where the maiden stood wi' me

4

O there's something falls so dear
On the music of the ear
Where the river runs so clear
And my lover met wi' me
At the foot of Clifford Hill
Still I hear the clacking mill
And the river's running still
Under the trysting awthorn tree