And dance with no tailor,—
Dance only with me,
And my love is for thee!—
or the mood of Anteros:—
I thought you were pretty;
It’s false, I declare;
You’re goitred and crooked,
A girl with red hair,—
one specimen out of many, but quite sufficient, for that lyrical exchange of compliments at the dance which has satisfied the sense of humour in rustic and even savage communities everywhere; a nearer echo, even, of the dance, in the spirit of the Miller of the Dee, is in this quatrain:—
I’ve a cow and a calf