Classic Poem

1

O come to the meadows my beautiful fair,
With eye-brows so arching, and beautiful hair!
No eye e'er would hurt thee, no tongue would upbraid,
Nor hurt the sweet face of my beautiful maid.

2

Let us walk the green lanes where I met thy sweet looks
And at eve' seek the meadows, and walk by the brooks
Thy eye-brows so arching need ne'er be afraid
Tho' I clasp to my arms my beautiful maid.

3

How sweet will the walk be in such a sweet place
While the setting sun leaves his last smile on thy face,
That eye-brow so arching, that bosom so fair
Thy sweet slender shape, and thy dark flowing hair.

4

The evening will come like a bird from the west
And bring to thy bosom, both pleasure and rest
And I'll roam with thee maiden, and ne'er be afraid
To kiss the pale cheek of my beautiful maid.