And on a maiden that stood nigh
He with his elbow came.
Quick turned the wench, and, “Sir,” quoth she,
“Such game is rather rough for me.”
Juchhe, juchhe!
Juchheisa, heisa, he!
“For shame, I say, for shame!”
Yet merrily went it round and round,
And right and left they swept the ground,
And coat and kirtle flew;