Jerry...I love folk songs for their imagry, even from 2-300 years ago the images are clear and compelling. Mary Hamilton comes to mind:

Cast off, cast off, my gown she said but let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my head, the gallows I will not see.
And the Silkie:

And it will come to pass on a May morning
When the sun shines hot on every stone
That I shall take my little wee son
And teach him to swim in the foam

And Kate Wolff's "rolling, golden hills of Calfornia"