Classic Poem

Milking o' the Kye

1

Young Jenny wakens at the dawn
Fresh as carnations newly blawn
And o'er the pasture every morn
 Goes milking o' the kye,
She sings her songs o' happy glee
While round her swirls the angry bee
The butterfly from tree to tree
 Goes gaily flirting bye

2

Young Jenny was a bonny thing
As ever wakened in the spring
And blythe she to herself could sing
 At milking o' the kye
She loved to hear the old crows croak
Upon the ash tree and the oak
And noisy pies that almost spoke
 At milking o' the kye

3

As sweet as may upon the thorn
As sweet as blue caps i' the corn
Red as corn poppies newly blawn
 Was Jenny with the kye
Her cap was white, its ribbons blue
Her gown was drab her heart was true
Her apron whity brown and blue
 At milking o' the kye

4

She crop't the wild thyme every night
Scenting so sweet the dewy light
And hid it in her breast so white
 At milking o' the kye
I met and clasped her in my arms
The finest flower on twenty farms
Her snow white breast my fancy warms
 At milking o' the kye