Classic Poem

Oh clear, sweet, and bonny are April's gay mornings,
And loud sings the Blackbird, all i' the green wood:
And sweet is the maiden, in nature's adornings,
With whom on the even o' Sunday, I stood;
Soft was her gown o' silk, and black was the gloss on't,
And red was her rose cheek, with hues a' its own,
The heath sward was velvet, and goud was the gorse on't,
When I went out walking wi sweet Jenny Jones.

2

How sweet was the heath, wi its pile wort and daizeys,
And slopes filled wi furze bush, and every such thing:
How green the spring comes, there what sunshiny places,
How loudly the thrushes, and blackbirds, do sing,
There young Jenny rambled, i' the beauties o' nature,
Where the brook it went limping o'er pebbles, and stones,
There I claspt in my arms, the most beautiful creature,
The rosy, and bonny lass, sweet Jenny Jones.

3

The gouden hued gorse blossoms, glittering wi dew,
The pigeon winged orchis, o' mulberry stain,
The Bracken, and blue bell, o' heavens own hue:
How sweetly they bloom on the wild heath again,
How bonny, and fair, was the face o' my true love,
How sweet was her voice, with its musical tones,
How white was her breast, when her smiles first I knew love,
I'm bewitched wi the beauty o' sweet Jenny Jones.

4

Oh clear, sweet and bonny, are first April mornings,
And loud sings the Blackbird, who sits on yon thorn;
And sweet is young Jenny in natures adornings,
While walking the dewy heath soon in the morn,
Oh how I adore thee my beautiful Jenny!
Whose small feet go tripping the brooks stepping stones,
You're the loveliest, dearest, and fairest of any,
My beautiful, bonny lass, sweet Jenny Jones.