And it stops now and then;
But a kiss from my lassie
Can start it again!
Or with a little pressure on the form, with hint of art, this from Steiermark:[[1030]]—
You are fair, you are dear,
But you are not my own;
You’d be fairer yet, dearer yet,
Were you my own!
Familiar as a source of quatrains is the youth pleading or querulous outside of the fair one’s window, and the maid doubtful or scornful within; there are a few English fragments of this sort which are printed in Chappell,[[1031]] and some are still heard in the rural parts. The Salzburg youth pleads thus:[[1032]]—
Ah, love, lift the latch,—