The poem describes the beauty of a village maiden. The poem describes the beauty of a village maiden.

"She is tired of building up castle of sand her hand get gritty and grubby" "She is tired of building up castle of sand her hand get gritty and grubby"

The sea calls you, Soon you will be long gone. The sea calls you, Soon you will be long gone.

A modest maiden in red Has never become sad A modest maiden in red Has never become sad

Maiden, don’t worry about your oil red complexion Maiden, don’t worry about your oil red complexion

Unto the trundle bed, he went, But as this youth was a-going, Unto the trundle bed, he went, But as this youth was a-going,