Classic Poem

The maid in the morning

1

The linnit sat upon its nest
By gales o' morning softly prest
His green wing and his greener breast
Was damp wi' dews o' morning
The dog rose neath the oak tree grew
Blush'd swelling neath a veil o' dew
A pinks nest to its prickles grew
Right early i' the morning

2

The sunshine glittered gold the while
A country maiden clomb the stile
Her straw hat couldn't hide the smile
That blushed like early morning
The lark with feathers all wet through
Looked up above the glassy dew
And to the neighbouring corn field flew
Fanning the gales o' morning

3

In every bush was heard a song
Each green grass blade the whole way long
A silver shining drop there hung
The milky dews o' morning
Where stepping stones strides o'er the brook
The rosy maid I overtook
How ruddy was her healthy look
So early in the morning

4

I took her by the well turn'd arm
And led her over field and farm
And kiss'd her o'er her cheek so warm
A rose in early morning
The spiders lace work shone like glass
Tied to flowers and cat tail grass
The dew drops bounced before the lass
Sprinkling the early morning

5

Her dark curls fanned among the gales
The sky lark whistled o'er the vales
I told her loves delightful tales
Among the dews o' morning
She cropt a flower shook off the dew
And on her breast the wild rose grew
She blush'd as fair, as lovely too
The living rose o' morning