The Enchanted Sheepfold (wiersz klasyka)

The hills far-off were blue, blue,
         The hills at hand were brown;
And all the herd-bells called to me
         As I came by the down.

The briars turned to roses, roses;
         Ever we stayed to pull
A white little rose, and a red little rose,
         And a lock of silver wool.

Nobody heeded, -- none, none;
         And when True Love came by,
They thought him naught but the shepherd-boy.
         Nobody knew but I!

The trees were feathered like birds, birds;
         Birds were in every tree.
Yet nobody heeded, nobody heard,
         Nobody knew, save me.

And he is fairer than all -- all.
         How could a heart go wrong?
For his eyes I knew, and his knew mine,
         Like an old, old song.