WATER, water wall-flower, Growing up so high, We are all maidens, We must all die. All except Mary Ann, She is the whitest flower: She can skip, and she can sing, And ding us, ding us ower! A dis, a dis o' green grass A daisy dis, a dis! Come, all ye pretty maidens. And dance along with this. And you shall have a duck so blue, And you shall have a drake, And you shall have a pretty young man A-dancing for your sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |