I met a girl; a homely girl
Whilst strolling out in Bluebell wood
Her flaxen hair had many a curl
That could be seen; from beneath her hood
I begged her "please discard your cloak"
"That your beauty I may more easily see"
As she complied with one deft stroke
Her golden curls came tumbling free
She was just of country stock
No shoe to grace her dainty feet
Dressed only in a coarse linen smock
That was as spotless as it was neat
She told me that her name was Beth
That she was sixteen plus one week
I looked in wonder, just held my breath
Try as I may I could not speak
Her perfect lips I did tenderly kiss
We held each other as lovers do
Such harmony, ‘twas perfect bliss
Though time stood still for us it flew
Dallying for some goodly hours
In the woodlands dappled shade
Beneath a grand oaks lofty boughs
We watch the sunlight eventually fade
We lay together throughout the night
Listening to a night birds song
When I awoke at dawn's first light
The homely girl alas had gone
Often I return to bluebell wood
Hoping once more dear Beth to see
Though seek as I may ‘tis of no good
Just memories beneath the grand oak tree
