AS I went a-walking on Lavender Hill, O, I met a Darling in frock and frill; And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue, 'Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!' So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow, And we played -- and we played for an hour or so; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall, And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball. Then we played again, till I said -- 'My Dear, This pain in my side, it has grown severe; I ought to have told you I'm past three score, And I fear that I scarcely can play any more!' But the Darling she answered, -- 'O no! O no! You must play -- you must play. -- I shan't let you go!' -- And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair And I found myself safe in my Grandfather's-chair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |