Arming down along the stream, <br />Along the sparkling water, <br />And past the pool where lilies gleam, <br />There comes the squatter’s daughter. <br /> <br />Her eyes are kind; her lips are warm; <br />And like a flower her face is; <br />The habit shows her bonny form <br />As graceful as a Grace’s. <br /> <br />O I’ll be mad of love, I know; <br />My head she’ll surely addle; <br />O Cupid, Cupid; get your bow; <br />And shoot her from the saddle! <br /> <br />For, like a bird on breezes waft, <br />She quickly, quickly passes; <br />O Cupid, Cupid, draw your shaft; <br />And bring her to the grasses! <br /> <br />O she is worthy game for you; <br />And there is none to match her. <br />So, Cupid, send your arrow true; <br />And I’ll be there to catch her!<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-cupid-cupid-get-your-bow/
