Love me sounded like a jest,

When the tabors played their best,

Point her to the starry skies,

SHALL be Yes for evermore.

" Yｒｅad•９９ｃsw•ｃｏmes !" I answered you last night ;

Wooer light makes fickle troth --

Bravely, as for life and death --

Guard her, by your truthful words,

Will n九_九_藏_書ot look the same by day.

Nobly, as the thing is high ;

Time to dance is not to woo --

" No !" this morning, Sir, I say !

Call me false, or call me f九*九*藏*書ree --

By your truth she shall be true --

Ever true, as wives of yore --

And her Yes, once said to you,

Lead her from the festive boards,

No man on your face shalｈｔｔｐｓ://ｒｅａd.９9cｓw•ｃoｍl see

Lamps above, and laughs below --

Scorn of me recoils on you !

Colours, seen by candle-light,

With a loyal gravity.

Any grief for change on mine.

Learn to win a九*九*藏*書 ladys faith

Yet the sin is on us both --

Pure from courtships flatteries.

Fit for Yes or fit for No !

Vow, whatever light may shine,