(The first two lines are old.) <br /> <br /> <br />HEY Robin, jolly Robin, <br /> Tell me how thy lady doth? <br />Is she laughing, is she sobbing <br /> Is she gay, or grave, or both? <br /> <br />Is she like the finch, so merry, <br /> Lilting in her father's hall? <br />Or the crow with cry a very <br /> Plague to each, a plague to all. <br /> <br />Is she like the violet breathing <br /> Blessings on her native place? <br />Or the cruel nettle scathing <br /> All who dare approach her grace? <br /> <br />Is she like the dew-drop sparkling <br /> When the morn peeps o'er the land? <br />Or the cloud in mid-air darkling, <br /> When a fearful storm's at hand? <br /> <br />Tut, to count the freaks of woman, <br /> Count the pebbles of the seas; <br />Rob, thy lady's not uncommon, <br /> Be or do she what she please!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-robin/
