One Daughter Poem by James Casey

One Daughter

He had but one daughter, most beautiful, fair;
Young lads feared to meet her and a fathers glare
And she was adored, most beautiful child,
A blooming young damsel that's had me beguiled.

Her father being dead, and she at her ease,
To gaze on her work was surely to please;
Till at length a young lad came whistling by,
And on this young farm boy she fixed her eye.

Great raptures of love this young lady did show,
To gaze on his beauty to the fields she would go;
When he whistled so sweetly he made the birds sing,
And his eyes were like blue bells that bloom in the Spring.

Ans so she and her maid, they agreed both to go
And dress themselves up in some regimental Bravado,
With broad-sword in hand, they marched through the grove
To press this young farm boy with a warrant to rove.

Then, with this love letter she had in her hand:
Here's an order for sea without more demand!
No cares, and no troubles, great bounty you'll take,
No danger at sea, there your fortune will make!

For in a closed room this young man was confined
Till she changed her dress; then she told him her mind.
Then she like an angel of beauty did appear,
And said I'll prove true to thee, farm boy so dear.

Now married this loving young couple are there,
In a sweet country life, and free from all care.
No cares and no troubles shall e'er them annoy,
They'll be happily blessed with a fountain of joy.