The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! <br />The robin sings his song by the dairy O! <br />Where the little Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens, <br />Singing morning's happy songs with Mary O! <br /> <br />The swallow's on the wing, bonny Mary O! <br />Where the rushes fringe the spring, bonny Mary O! <br />Where the cowslips do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold, <br />Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O! <br /> <br />There's the yellowhammer's nest, bonny Mary O! <br />Where she hides her golden breast, bonny Mary O! <br />On her mystic eggs she dwells, with strange writing on their shells, <br />Hid in the mossy grass, bonny Mary O! <br /> <br />There the spotted cow gets food, bonny Mary O! <br />And chews her peaceful cud, bonny Mary O! <br />In the mole-hills and the bushes, and the clear brook fringed with rushes <br />To fill the evening pail, bonny Mary O! <br /> <br />The cowpond once agen, bonny Mary O! <br />Lies dimpled like thy sen, bonny Mary O! <br />Where the gnat swarms fall and rise under evening's mellow skies, <br />And on flags sleep dragon flies, bonny Mary O! <br /> <br />And I will meet thee there, bonny Mary O! <br />When a-milking you repair, bonny Mary O! <br />And I'll kiss thee on the grass, my buxom, bonny lass, <br />And be thine own for aye, bonny Mary O!<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bonny-mary-o/
