Minnie bakes oaten cakes,
Minnie brews ale,
All because her Johnny's coming
Home from sea.
And she glows like a rose
Who was so pale,
And ‘Are you sure the church clock goes?’
Says she.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Lord Jesus, Who Would Think That I Am Thine?
- I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow
- Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree
- Oh, Fair To See
- A Ring Posy