And here is one more, written after a quarrel, which is the prettiest of all as a song; and interesting for you to compare with the Baron of Bradwardine’s song at Lucky M’Leary’s:—
“All my sense thy sweetness gained
Thy fair hair my heart enchained;
My poor reason thy words moved,
So that thee, like heav’n, I loved.
Fa, la, la, leridan, dan, dan, dan, deridan;
Dan, dan, dan, deridan, dei;
While to my mind the outside stood,
For messenger of inward good.
Now thy sweetness sour is deemed;