I BENDED UNTO ME
I bended unto me a bough of May,
That I might see and smell:
It bore it in a sort of way,
It bore it very well.
But, when I let it backward sway,
Then it were hard to tell
With what a toss, with what a swing,
The dainty thing
Resumed its proper level,
And sent me to the devil.
I know it did - you doubt it?
I turned, and saw them whispering about it.
Usually known as T.E. Brown, this Isle of Man poet was a well-respected scholar, teacher and theologian. Among his works, quite a number are written in the dialect spoken on the Isle of Man.