SLIGHTED LOVE.
SONG XXXVIII.
1
“The cock that roosts on our tow'r top,
At morning dawn can craw,
So come unto my chamber, love,
The silver bolt I'll draw;
And do not dread, my ruddy boy,
My father, or my mother's eye,
Their door with silken bands I'll tie,
Until the day doth daw.”
2
“Sweet dame, ne'er loose your door for me,
My foot will ne'er come in;
To wooe the sister of my love,
It were a deadly sin.”
She pluck'd a bodkin from her gare,
And touch'd him on the bosom bare,
Till the best drops of his body fair,
Down his green weed did rin.
3
The draught of rosie wine did stop,
As o'er his hause it ran;
His soul sat trembling in his eye,
As down his fair head hang;
His ruddy cheek dropp'd on the ground,
With all his bright locks curling round,
Like violet poison'd by the wind,
It's fresh green leaves amang.
4
“Thy love may braid her yellow hair,
With many a golden pin;
And she may wave her arm of snow,
To bid her love come in:
Her rising breasts she may untie,
To give her room to heave and sigh,
And she may wipe her bonnie blue eye,
Till it be red and blin'.”
