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In The Wayland Willows.
By Bliss Carman (William)
Once I met a soncy maid,
Soncy maid, soncy maid,
Once I met a soncy maid
In the Wayland willows.
All her hair was goldy brown,
Goldy brown, goldy brown,
In the sun a single braid
To her waist hung down.
Honey bees, honey bees,
You are roving fellows!
Idly went the doxy wind
In the Wayland willows.
There I caught her eye a-dance,
Through the catkins downy.
"Heigho, Brownie-pate," said I;
"Heigho," said my Brownie.
Then I kissed my soncy maid,
Soncy maid, soncy maid,
Kissed and kissed my soncy maid
In the Wayland willows.
Goldy eyes and goldy hair,
And little gypsy bosom,
Chin and lip and shoulder tip,
Blossom after blossom!
Hand in hand and cheek by cheek
All the morning weather!
How the yellow butterflies
Danced and winked together!
Till the day went down the hill
Where the shadows waded.
"Heigho, Soncy!" "Heigho, me!"
Then I did as day did.
All her tousled beauty bright
And teasing as before,
I left her there in sweet despair,
A soncy maid no more.
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