Poems (Linn)/Buttercup and Daisy
BUTTERCUP AND DAISY.
THE Daisy wooed the Buttercup, Long, long ago;And now he wears her colors gay Upon his shield of snow.True to her love the Daisy is Wherever he may go.
Fair Buttercup, a royal maid Of high degree,Lived with her father, lord of all The lovely broad countrieThat reaches from the mountain top Of Nowhere to the sea.
Now Daisy was of lowly birth But strong and fair,And bolder knight there never lived All noble deeds to dare;He wooed and won the royal maid Ere the father was aware,
And when the old king found it out An oath he swore, That if his daughter loved the knight She was his child no more,And with her low-born lover might Go from the castle door.
Sweet Buttercup was true of heart And loved so well,She rather chose to rove with him Than as a princess dwell;And so she followed where he led Through field, and wood and dell.
And that is why in summer-time, Hand locked in hand,They wander through our road-side fields And o'er our pasture-land,Telling their tale of love and trust To all who understand.