Margaret! my first love,
Do not say me nay!
A morning music thou must have,
A waking roundelay.
--Your waking music irks me,
And irk me all who play;
If this goes on much longer
I'll drown myself one day.
--If this goes on much longer,
And thou wilt drown one day,
Why, then a swimmer I will be,
And save thee sans delay.
--If then a swimmer thou wilt be,
And save me sans delay,
Then I will be an eel, and slip
From 'twixt thy hands away.
--If thou wilt be an eel, and slip
From 'twixt my hands away,
Why, I will be the fisherman
Whom all the fish obey.
--If thou wilt be the fisherman
Whom all the fish obey,
Then I will be the tender grass
That yonder turns to hay.
--If thou wilt be the tender grass
That yonder turns to hay,
Why, then a mower I will be,
And mow thee in the may.
--If thou a mower then wilt be,
And mow me in the may,
I, as a little hare, will go
In yonder wood to stray.
--If thou a little hare wilt go
In yonder wood to stray,
Then will I come, a hunter bold,
And have thee as my prey.
--If thou wilt come a hunter bold
To have me as thy prey,
Then I will be the endive small
In yonder garden gay.
--If thou wilt be the endive small
In yonder garden gay,
Then I will be the falling dew,
And fall on thee alway.
--If thou wilt be the falling dew,
And fall on me alway,
Then I will be the white, white rose
On yonder thorny spray.
--If thou wilt be the white, white rose
On yonder thorny spray,
Then I will be the honey bee,
And kiss thee all the day.
--If thou wilt be the honey bee,
And kiss me all the day,
Then I will be in yonder heaven
The star of brightest ray.
--If thou wilt be in yonder heaven
The star of brighest ray,
Then I will be the dawn, and we
Shall meet at break of day.
--If thou wilt be the dawn, so we
May meet at break of day,
Then I will be a nun professed,
A nun of orders grey.
--If thou wilt be a nun professed,
A nun of orders grey,
Then I will be the prior, and thou
To me thy sins must say.
--If thou wilt be the prior, and I
To thee my sins must say,
Then will I sleep among the dead,
While the sisters weep and pray.
--If thou wilt sleep among the dead,
While the sisters weep and pray,
Then I will be the holy earth
That on thee they shall lay.
--If thou wilt be the holy earth
That on me they shall lay--
Well--since some gallant I must have,
I will not say thee nay.
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