Classic Poem

How sweet the happy evening hails
The fields as sinks the sun
While leans the maid agen the rails
Where clear the waters run
A bonny maid with eyes as sweet
As beams o' e'ening sun
A bonny maid & dressed as neat
As sweethearts when they're won

The hedges by the e'ening sun
Was gilt in every place
But the sweetest look that e'er was won
Was in her bonny face
In gown o' pink & hat o' straw
How sweet the maid did seem
Her face as round as ony ba'
Her bosom fair as cream.

How white her hands how very white
Like angels hands they be
The sweetest thing that e'enings light
Has ever brought to me
She stood agen the fountains head
& leaned agen the rails
The setting sun was going to bed
& gilding all the vales.

I passed the maid a flower o' grace
That did my fancys strike
The rose it blossomed in her face
No garden owns the like
Her gown o' pink her hat o' straw
Have won my fancy clean
She is the fairest o' them a'
The maid I met at een.