I'LL NOT WED A BARON.
I
I'll not wed a baron, I'll not wed a knight,
So let them not woo me, with phrases polite;
I know they'd soon think me untutor'd and shy,
I covet not splendour: no, trust me, not I.
II
I'll not wed a soldier, he'll leave me for fame;
I'll not wed a sailor, for he'll do the same.
On land—under water, they'll perish; but why
Should I be a widow, why? no, trust me, not I.
III
Oh! I will love Henry, for Henry loves me;
His rose cover'd cottage my dwelling shall be;
He's gone to the city a gold ring to buy,
And shall I prove fickle? no, trust me, not I.
