And though speaking a figure of speech only true did.
But the maiden appeared
As if something she feared;
And, somehow—I cannot tell why,
I felt quite nervous too,
And tried all I could do
To shun the sad turn of her eye.
Now I told you she took of my raiment the care,
So I mentioned I wanted my best clothes to wear.
When—can you believe it?—she would not give them out