My fair lady's a dear, dear lady-- I walked by her side to woo. In a garden alley, so sweet and shady, She answered, "I love not you, John, John Brady," Quoth my dear lady, Pray now, pray now, go your way now, Do, John, do!" Yet my fair lady's my own, own lady, For I passed another day; While making her moan, she sat all alone, And thus, and thus did she say: John, John Brady, Quoth my dear lady, Do now, do now, once more woo now. Pray, John, pray!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE FOREGOING CRITICISM, IN ENGLISH VERSE by JOHN BYROM FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 3. SEPARATION OF LOVERS by THOMAS CAREW A CIDER SONG by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON |