“With all my heart, little bird,” said she;
Sing heigh, sing ho, for the summer!
“He’s welcome to kirtle red for me;
Somebody’s fast, while somebody’s free!
There’s nothing, no, nothing, like libertie!”
—Sing heigh, sing ho, for the summer!
W. H. Bellamy.
A BAGATELLE
A BAGATELLE! Ah, Mistress Prue,
So gaily laughing all life through,