Of all the birds that ever I see, The owl is the fairest in her degree; For all the day long she sits in a tree, And when the night comes, away flies she: Te-whit te-whoo! to whom drink'st thou? Sir Knave, to you. This song is well sung I make you a vow, And he is a knave that drinketh now: Nose, nose, jolly red nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Cinnamon, ginger, nutmegs, and cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PUCK'S SWEETHEART by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BLESS THE BLESSED MORN by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW YORK by BERTON BRALEY BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON by ROBERT BROWNING |