A Day Along Bornoway Poem by echo herald

as i walked down bornoway
one brigth sunday morning in may
'twas there i met the finest girl
her beauty is hard to tell

she has got dimples on her cheeks
'twas almost two feet deep
her face shone like silk
it made falls asleep

so soft like wool was her skin
not a dust would like to stain
took all the girls in bornowaten good years to spin

she had two great legs
and on them she did stand
but mind you not like pegs
with it she covered a plot of land

hair like an iroko tree
they grew up to the moon
i climbed up in april
i came down late june

if you dont believe what i say
and you think it is a lie
why not go down to bornoway
and see for yourself as i