Her lips like roses are deep crimson red,
As golden as barley at harvest her head,
Her eyes like the violets so deep and blue -
She’s the far prettiest girl I ever knew.
Her voice is like rainfall so soft and so sweet.
She has of all lasses the daintiest feet.
Her cheeks are rosy, her skin is so fair,
A look of her eyes feels like warm summer air.
I want to love her with all my heart
But will she be growing in my yard ?
I know how to make the flowers bloom
But what do I know about being a groom?