Arming down along the stream,
Along the sparkling water,
And past the pool where lilies gleam,
There comes the squatter-s daughter.
Her eyes are kind; her lips are warm;
And like a flower her face is;
The habit shows her bonny form
As graceful as a Grace-s.
O I-ll be mad of love, I know;
My head she-ll surely addle;
O Cupid, Cupid; get your bow;
And shoot her from the saddle!
For, like a bird on breezes waft,
She quickly, quickly passes;
O Cupid, Cupid, draw your shaft;
And bring her to the grasses!
O she is worthy game for you;
And there is none to match her.
So, Cupid, send your arrow true;
And I-ll be there to catch her!
O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow!
Henry Lawson
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Poem topics: I love you, daughter, flower, water, bird, head, face, bring, true, warm, game, graceful, match, stream, arrow, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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