Since Bonny-boots was dead, that so divinely Could toot and foot it, (O he did it finely!) We ne'er went more a-Maying Nor had that sweet fa-laing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by MARIA ABDY CHORIAMBICS: 2 by RUPERT BROOKE VERSES WRITTEN UNDER A PRINT by JOHN BYROM BITTER CHOICE by ELLEN MAGRATH CARROLL MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL; A STATUETTE: 1; SONNET by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A SONG TO THE LUTE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |