As I Was Walking Poem by James Casey

As I Was Walking

Abroad as I was walking
Down by the river side,
I gazed all around me,
There a pretty girl I spied;
So red and rosy were her cheeks,
And golden was her hair,
And expensive were the clothes
That beautiful miss did wear.

Her shoes were of bright ebony,
Now wet from the morning dew,
She wrung her hands, and tore her hair,
Crying ' Oh dear! what shall I do? '
I'm going home, I'm going home,
I'm going home, ' said she,
'Why will you go a-roving,
You can always stay here with me

' The very last time I saw my love ',
She seemed to be so blue
With sorrow, grief and anguish
Her heart was broke in two:
'Oh! there's many a man that's worse than he,
Then why should I complain?
Our! love is such a killing thing!
Did you ever feel that pain? '

I wish my love was a red rose,
And in the garden grew,
And I to be the gardener;
To her I would always be true.
There's not a month throughout the year,
My love I would faithfully renew:
With lilies I would garnish her,
Only the finest pedals brought for you

I wish I was a butterfly,
I'd fly to that girl's breast;
Or maybe even a wren
I'd sing my love to rest;
I wish I was a nightingale,
I'd sing till morning clear,
I'd sit and sing songs to you, ,
This girl I hold so dear.

But, alas she has another
A lad that isn't true
Adventure is a way of life
His love is that of feats
He's not in love with you
Rich he'd be but not like me
My riches come from you


James Casey 2012