No farm to tend,
No gauds to give,
No money to lend,
And such a lassie
As I am
Will never find a friend."
"What makes you so down-hearted?" Ivo could not refrain from asking. "Didn't you sleep well?"
"I don't know any thing about sleeping well or ill. I am tired when I go to bed, and my eyes shut. I just happened to think of the song, and so I sang it."
"You needn't deny it: you would like to have Constantine for your sweetheart, wouldn't you?"