The Shepherd's Maiden
She waits by the river and beckons her lover,
the shepherd of Evesham with curly long lashes;
her gown thin and flowing, with lacy skirts showing,
as dark as the Avon were her satin sashes.
The linden trees hinted of breezes that morning,
in dreams he relaxed as the sheep were all grazing,
and while he lay sleeping, his maiden was weeping,
until he awoke to the bright sun a blazing.
Approaching the hillside he looked for his maiden,
then spying her down by the waters a flowing,
he sauntered near bringing a song he was singing,
with flowers and kisses forever bestowing.