Cherry-Tree Farm

The farmhouse is clad in an ivy green cloak

The roof is of thatch and its timbers of oak

O'er porch and round window the wild roses creep

While just at the side are the cows and the sheep

But what gives the picture its prettiest charm

Is Polly the milkmaid of Cherry-tree farm.

She trips o'er the meadow with milkpail in hand

Her laughter and song waken love in the land

The barley grows golden and full at her smile

No milk like the farmer's for many a mile

And the farmer will soon take the pail from her arm

And make her the mistress of Cherry-tree farm.