Lost at the Fair.
Last night at the Fair did I lose thee, my honey—
I hunted thee south and I hunted thee north;
I'd rather than lost thee have lost all the money
That all the great lords in the kingdom are worth.
Heart-sorry in worry in flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing alost, here and there;
When merry wee Rosy the jewel, the posy,
And pride of her Robin, was miss'd at the Fair.
Resolved to discover the fleet-footed rover,
My way thro' the stalls, shows, and people I wound;
But there 'mid mays many, the rarest of any,
No image like Rose's sweet image was found.
Heart-sorry in worry, etc.
With glee the Inns sounded, with joyance unbounded
Danced maiden and callant; I into them glanced;
But who was who barely I saw, tho' saw fairly
That never a Rose with the dancers a-danced.
Heart-sorry in worry, etc.
In search of my honey I spent all my money,
Then took to the road in a spirit of gloom;
When lo, with my Rosy I met, and the posy
I kiss'd and I cuddled her all the way home.
Heart-sorry in worry in flurry did hurry
Poor I, like a wild thing alost, here and there;
When merry-eyed Rosy the jewel, the posy,
And pride of her Robin, was miss'd at the Fair.
