II
Her gans were like to coral red, [3]
A thousand times I kiss'd 'em;
A thousand more I might have filch'd' [4]
She never could have miss'd 'em.
III
Her strammel, curl'd, like threads of gold, [5]
Hung dangling o'er the pillow;
Great pity 'twas that one so prim,
Should ever wear the willow.
IV
I turned down the lilly slat, [6]
Methought she fell a screaming,
This startled me; I straight awak'd,
And found myself but dreaming.
[1: evening] [2: pretty] [3: lips] [4: stolen] [5: hair] [6: white sheet]
"WHEN MY DIMBER DELL I COURTED" [Notes] [1725]
[From The New Canting Dictionary],