In days of yore when warriors were,

And belted knight, and moated tower;

Long, long ago!

She sat and watch'd one summer's eve—

Why doth she so?

Why will not she her lattice leave?

Ah, those were days when maids were true!

The hour was come,—and well she knew.

It was a Squire, a gentle squire,

Came spurring darkly down below;