O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O! <br />To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, <br />With the dark dishevelled hair, <br />Bonny lassie O! <br /> <br />The bloom's on the brere, bonny lassie O! <br />Oak apples on the tree; and wilt thou gang to see <br />The shed I've made for thee, <br />Bonny lassie O! <br /> <br />Tis agen the running brook, bonny lassie O! <br />In a grassy nook hard by, with a little patch of sky, <br />And a bush to keep us dry, <br />Bonny lassie O! <br /> <br />There's the daisy all the year, bonny lassie O! <br />There's the king-cup bright as gold, and the speedwell never cold, <br />And the arum leaves unrolled, <br />Bonny lassie O! <br /> <br />O meet me at the shed, bonny lassie O! <br />With a woodbine peeping in, and the roses like thy skin <br />Blushing, thy praise to win, <br />Bonny lassie O! <br /> <br />I will meet thee there at e'en, bonny lassie O! <br />When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow branches lean, <br />And the moonbeam looks between, <br />Bonny lassie O!<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bonny-lassie-o/
