Jeffrey Stultz

Rookie (April 11,1961 / Tempe, Arizona)

Bonny Bridgit - Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

I hear her singing in the morning,
to the rhythm of the spinning wheel;
her voice as sweet as honey,
but I can't say how I feel.

Bonny Bridgit, be my own true love,
and away to the dance we'll steal,
a penny or two on the fiddler's hand,
and we can dance a reel.

Whenever I see her smilin' eyes
or smell the lilacs in her hair;
if ever my heart felt any pain,
it melts away, like sugar in the rain

Bonny Bridgit, be my own true love,
and away to the dance we'll steal,
a penny or two on the fiddler's hand,
and we can dance a reel.

Bnny Bridgit come away with me
and be my wedded wife;
you know I have no money,
but I'll love you my whole life.

aka Taliesin Flynn

1996


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2008


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