I LIKE pretty maids flushed with joy, With glad hair blowing free. They smile right kind on many a boy, But only one on me. But I have a penny, a fiddle, and Joan, And my sweet Joan has me. Meadow and flock, the wise folk said, It never were right to miss, But my maid Joan has a kirtle red And a merry mouth to kiss. And I can fiddle and Joan can sing, And what were better than this? The young men talk of getting and gold, And lands far over the sea. But I and my fiddle will never grow old, And this is the life for me. I have a penny, my fiddle, and Joan, And my sweet Joan has me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |