A Folksy Poem

How can she be sleeping
All through the bright day
With woodpecker rapping
A-rapping away?

I've got my one suit on
And come far to court
The girl of my dreaming
And every dear thought.

How can she be sleeping
When sounds at the door
My heart-beats so loudly
So loud an uproar?

I fear she'll not hear me
Not hear me this day
But while she keeps sleeping
I'll by her door stay.

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