Tea and Stones

I won't claim it as my favorite, but it is among my favorites and the first that came to mind when considering a what to post in response:

Lord Ullin's Daughter

A Chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cries, 'Boatman, do not tarry;
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry.'

'Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?'
'Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

The complete poem by Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) can be viewed at http://www.rampantscotland.com