Classic Poem

Where the hazels hing love
Oer the Siller spring love
And their shadows fling love
O'er the mossy spring love beneath the Old Oak tree
Where the woodbines bloom so sweetly young lassie sit wi me.

I' the summers sunny weather
There we'll sit and love together
Where cares no longer tether
Beside the little spring love beneath the Old Oak tree
Lucy my dearest creature come and share the day wi me.

We'll gather ripe strawberries
More red than ripest Cherries
Where high the brown hawk herries
As if he'd gone to sleep i the marble coloured sky's
Neer stirring wing or feather but still as a stone lies.

Nature never wants to cheat love
When truth in green woods meet love
There seek wood strawberry fruit love
Where the woodbrook moists the mossy roots of old Oak tree
There Lucy chuse thyself a seat and charm the world fre me.