In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,
And Summer approaching rejoices the swain,
The yellow-haired laddie would oftentimes go
To wild and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grow.
There under the shade of an old sacred thorn.
With freedom he sung his loves, evening and morn:
He sang with so soft and enchanting a sound,
That sylvans and fairies unseen danced around.
The shepherd thus sang: "Though young Mary be fair.
Her beauty is dashed with a scornful proud air;
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing,
Her breath like the breezes perfumed in the Spring.
That Maddie in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was inconstant, and never spoke truth;
But Susie was faithful, good humored and free,
And as fair as the goddess who sprung from the sea.
That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dower,
Was awkwardly airy, and frequently sour;
Then, sighing, he wished would parents agree,
The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be.
~ Scottish Folk Song.
♫ You can listen it on YouTube.
٭ Painting "Spring" by William McTaggart, 1864.
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