DOWN by the river Where the green grass grows, Pretty Polly Perkins Bleaches her clothes. She laughs and she sings, And she sings so sweet. She calls, Come over, Across the street. He kissed her, he kissed her, He took her to the town; He bought her a ring And a damascene gown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |