The Garland Poem by Edwin Waugh

Twas when the dawn of momin' began to stir i'th sky,
I donned mysel' to wander Afore the dew wur dry;
To wander in the gay greenwood, Reet early I did rove,—
I could not sleep upon my bed for thinkin' of my love.

Down in a bonny dingle. Where sometimes we did stray,
Our vows of love to mingle. At close of summer day;
It's there, where oft among her hair the flowers of spring I've wove,
I sat me down to think upon the girl that I do love.

It's there I made a garlan', my darlin' for to don,
And the posies that were in it. They shined like the sun;
The dewy posies, wild and sweet. All in the leafy grove;
It breaks my heart to think upon the girl that I do love.

The cowslip, and the speedwell. With a dewdrop in its e'e,—
An' the wild rose, an' the bluebell. They blend so bonnilie;
An' the honey-suckle, wand'rin wild, With violets blue, I wove,
They made me for to think upon the girl that I do love.

An' when I poo'd my posies. The small birds they did.sing;
An' when I wove my garlan'. They made the woods to ring;
On every tree, the wild birds' glee. Rang through the leafy grove,
As I came away, at dawn of day. Still thinkin' of mv love.

Oh, the momm' sun it rises To cheer my heart's delight,
An' the silver moon she wanders among the clouds at night;
An' the twinklin' stars that look so fine, all in the heavens above,—
At wark or play, by neet an' day, I’m thinkin' of
my
love.