As I gang'd o'er the Links of @3Leith@1 One Morn, was fresh and rosie; The Birds did sing, the Flowers did breath So sweet, I sought a Poesie: I thought I heard one Sing my praise, And found 'twas sweet and bonny; And sounded @3Sally@1 with such grace, It must be Charming @3Sawney@1. His Daddy, was a Farmer grey, That lov'd the Barn and Mow, Sir; Brisk @3Sawney@1 train'd another way, Can Pipe, as well as Plough, Sir: He'd touch a Flute, and play a Tune So soft, so sweet and bonny; Each @3Philomel@1 that heard fell down, And died to Eccho @3Sawney@1. I often went to Milk our Kine, Inspir'd with Love and Folly: And there he'd Chant a song Divine, And close with Lovely @3Sally:@1 The Teats I stroak'd, whence Milk did flow, His words too drop'd down Honey; And ev'ry Note did charm me so, I ran half Mad for @3Sawney@1. He press'd my Hand and hugg'd my Wast, A Kiss did then avail too; And often he my Labour eas'd, With carrying home my Pail too: He ask'd my Dad, for me to Wife, Who said, to have more Money; A Neighboring Loon should ease that strife, But I resolv'd for @3Sawney@1. Then soon my Mother took my part, This Girl we must not baulk so; There's something sad, grows near her Heart, Her Face is Pale as Chalk too: And now 'tis done, the Steeple rings, We each call Joy and Honey; Whilst I despise the Crowns of Kings, I'm pleas'd so well with @3Sawney@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEEPER THOUGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |