She sang the tears into his eyes, the heart out of his breast;
So he loved her, listening so.
She sang the heart out of his breast, the words out of his tongue;
Hand and foot and pulse he paused till her song was sung.
Then he spoke up from his place simple words and true:
“Scanty goods have I to give, scanty skill to woo;
But I have a will to work and a heart for you:
Bid me stay or bid me go.”
Then Meggan mused within herself: “Better be first with him,
Than dwell where fairer Margaret sits, who shines my brightness dim,