Towards My Rosie Lee. (part 1)

As damsel see on horseback seen
Higher lands far from eye have been
Deer she shot through wooded branch
Away a world did she in new romance.
Though a rose of smell from Gallie
Down somewhere on lower ground
Then Sunshine on Moonlight glow
Towards my Rosie Lee.
Heathforth Hill hedgerow row on row
Daffodils brightened by a tint of snow
Though a loner walked upon her kiss
A soaked drenched dress he missed
Though towards a Major did she
With bravery, he won gallantly
Medals strewn across his heart
And on my Rosie Lee.
With bloodshot eyes, he saw with blur
The view delirious all he saw was her
But by a flower, had wished his hour
To fall his faith upon a steeple tower
Though foreseen by her sea
Waves of tortures deafened
The sound of love listened
To a loss in Rosy Lee.
With Sunbleached hair, he had smelt
Another one went her heartaches felt
A cruel disguise of a Roman in a war
A Chariot in burning warmth she wore
Though armed in trust of honesty
She failed in being a lovers loss
Then laid down in bales of straw
Did thrice my Rosie Lee.
Over bridges built with swinging arm
Her melting eyes, his love and charm
On swords of silver, she crossed the line
For her pastures, was a test of time
Though she sang in melancholy
Her cord was cut by suddenly
Of a hand, his wrists were cut
By bleeding Rosie Lee.
Hung by a quarter from there was drawn
Hilltops gathered for its morning mourn
Where bluebells whistled "I would wed"
Upon a star a lane to the lamb of dead
Though she said when in Italy
When the fact of love had cried
But, when he cut his wrists cold
With my dying Rosie Lee.
And when there was a chosen harm
He kissed her cheek on love torn charm
In fields of wheat, rye and a buttercup
Though when said admirably
In her dreams, she'd run away
Her ageing face lost his sway
On my sad Rosie Lee.
On sheets of glass, she would glide
Over rippled rats, her men could hide
Sunken ships and wrecks blew a gale
Where her broken heart then sailed
Though his tongue was stupidly
His gazed up lust had misted
By circumstance that wained
Alongside my Rosie Lee.
Blades of grass where this young lass
Ventured forward until she left her past
Time is turned when a big hand had won
Beauty took her love if there were none
Though inside a growing bee
Her heart was stung by badly
Her chaffinch sang every song
For my Rosie Lee.
To Shakespeare with my pen she wrote
Reciting poetry when jogging down notes
Praise was smart, intellectual and brave
Flowers smelt sweeter closer to a grave
Though there she was literally
Sounds of dead men sleeping
That love of hers kept weeping
In tears was Rosie Lee.