Though thou mayst resist me, fairest,
Yet I know what thou allowest;
I’ll avow whate’er thou swearest,
I will swear what thou avowest.
74.
Upon thy snowy bosom
My head all-softly I lay,
And secretly can listen
To what thy heart doth say.
The blue hussars are blowing,
And riding in at the gate;
To-morrow my heart-beloved one
Will surely desert me straight.
If thou wilt desert me to-morrow,
At least to-day thou art mine,
And in thine arms so beauteous
With twofold bliss I’ll recline.
75.
The blue hussars are blowing,
And riding out at the gate;
I come then, my loved one, and bring thee
A nosegay of roses straight.
Those were indeed wild doings,
Much folk and warlike display!
By far too many were quarter’d
Within thy bosom that day.
76.
I in youthful years did languish,
Suffer’d many a bitter anguish
From love’s fiery glow.
Wood is now so dear, the fire
Will for lack of fuel expire—
Ma foi! ’tis better so.