Classic Poem

Sweet William he married him a wife,
Jennifer June and the rosymaree,
To be the sweet comfort of his life,
As the dew flies over the green vallee.

It's she couldn't into the kitchen go,
Jennifer June and the rosymaree,
For fear of soiling her white-heeled shoes,
As the dew flies over the green vallee.

It's she couldn't wash and it's she wouldn't bake
For fear of soiling her white apron-tape.

It's she couldn't card and it's she wouldn't spin
For fear of soiling her delicate skin.

Sweet William came whistling in from the plow,
Says, "Oh my dear wife, is my dinner ready now?"

She called him a dirty, paltry whelp:
"If you want any dinner, go get it yourself."

Sweet William went out unto the sheepfold
And out a fat wether he did pull.

Upon his knees he did kneel down
And soon from it did strip the skin.

He laid the skin on his wife's back,
And he made his stick go whickety whack.

"I'll tell my father and all my kin
How you this quarrel did begin."

"You may tell your father and all your kin
How I have thrashed my fat wether's skin."

Sweet William cam whistling in from the plow,
Says, "Oh my dear wife, is my dinner ready now?"

She drew her table and spread her board,
Jennifer June and the rosymaree,
And 'twas "Oh, my dear husband" with every word,
As the dew flies over the green vallee.

And now they live free from all care and strife,
Jennifer June and the rosymaree,
And now she makes William a very good wife,
As the dew flies over the green vallee.