For we will not go,
Though time doth flee,
Till thou answerest Yes, or answerest No.
But if thou art churlish we'll break down the gate,
And thy pretty wife we'll bear away;
She is small, and of no great weight.
Open, open, then we say.
Not old men, but boys are we,
And the swallow says, "Open to me."—J. A. St. John.
The same.