Classic Poem

Now the spring's coming and wild b's 'r humming
Mary think of me
When leaves come to the wild wood
So loved b' th' n chldhd
O th'n rememb'r m
Thr think wh l'v'd th derst
And got wild flwrs th nrst
And clmd th kss sncrst
Which Mr still ws m
O Mr n sprng wthr
Lts bth go thr tgthr
And still remembr m
Where places are greenest
And summer's serenest
Wilt thou think o me

[Now the spring's coming and wild bees are humming
Mary think of me
When leaves come to the wild wood
So loved by thee in childhood
O then remember me
There think who loved thee dearest
And got wild flowers the nearest
And claimed thy kiss sincerest
Which Mary still owes me
O Mary in spring weather
Lets both go there together
And still remember me
Where places are greenest
And summer's serenest
Wilt thou think o me]

The primrose o' the wild wood
Talk agen to thy childhood
Neath the old Ivy tree
Where the ring dove cooes lofty
And the winds flutter softly
My love think o' me
By the beds o green mosses
That the oak root embosses
And lichens white glosses
Remember thou me

My love let's be roaming
Come to me at gloaming
I' the Lane let us be
Where the woodbine is wreathing
And dog rose is breathing
Remember thou me
The cock chaffer born
From the dewey white thorn
Is sounding his horn
Dear Mary to thee
I'll meet thee at gloaming
I' the fields to be roaming
Till then think o' me