Peggy said good morning and I said good bye, <br />When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye. <br />Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather shy <br />When I met her in the morning when the farmers sow the rye. <br /> <br />Her half laced boots fit tightly as she tripped along the grass, <br />And she set her foot so lightly where the early bee doth pass. <br />Oh Peggy was a young thing, her face was common sense, <br />I courted her about the spring and loved her ever thence. <br /> <br />Oh Peggy was the young thing and bonny as to size; <br />Her lips were cherries of the spring and hazel were her eyes. <br />Oh Peggy she was straight and tall as is the poplar tree, <br />Smooth as the freestone of the wall, and very dear to me. <br /> <br />Oh Peggy's gown was chocolate and full of cherries white; <br />I keep a bit on't for her sake and love her day and night. <br />I drest myself just like a prince and Peggy went to woo, <br />But she's been gone some ten years since, and I know not what to do.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peggy-2/
