Classic Poem

How sweet are the songs o' the birds i' the bushes
When April's soft showers pearl the flowers on the lea
I look into nests o' the blackbirds and thrushes
And think how one loves them that's dear unto me
O was she but with me I think so and often
Among the green bushes how glad should I be
Where her smiles would delight and her kindness would soften
The sorrows that trouble this bosom and me.

2

We looked for birds nests when left children together
And gathered the primrose by thorns mossy roots
How bright shone the sun and sweet was the weather
We looked at the blossoms and hunted for fruits
We clomb up the dyke bank and mastered it often
And sometimes fell backward and made a sore place
Now fair as a snowdrop mans hardships to soften
She ne'er looks the bloom o' a smile in my face.

3

She's vain o' her person and proud o' her beauty
The sun seems to fade at the light o' her eye
She's Venus's self from her cap to her shoe tie
And charms all to worship that chance to go bye
How sweet are the songs o' the blackbirds and thrushes
How sweet is the hum of the Midsummer bee
And courting my lover among the green bushes
Makes the green earth itself what the heaven will be.