Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRETTY PLOUGHBOY, by ANONYMOUS First Line: As I was a-walking Last Line: To her nest again Subject(s): Birds | ||||||||
As I was a-walking One morning in spring I heard a pretty ploughboy, And so sweetly he did sing; And as he was a-singing O These words I heard him say, "There's no life like the ploughboy's In the sweet month of May.' There's the lark in the morning She will rise up from her nest, And she'll mount the white air With the dew all on her breast. And with the pretty ploughboy O She'll whistle and she'll sing And at night she'll return To her nest back again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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