O no - the Yellow Rose of Texas!

When we had to learn poetry at school we used to sing it as songs are much easier to remember. So much of our school poetry went to that tune. I can still remember some of it -

Pipes of the misty moorlands, voice of the glens and hills, The groaning of the torrents, the treble of the rills, Not the braes that bloom with heather nor the moutains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower have heard you sweetest strain.

See - it still works, after 40 years!