Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

I would never [then] have broke my heart

For the love of any churl's son.

"Wo be to my parents all,

That lives so farr beyond the sea!

I might have lived a noble life,

And wedded in my own countrée."

[425]. "But think na' ye my Heart was sair?" (line 21)

Down in yon garden sweet and gay

Where bonnie grows the lily,

I heard a fair maid sighing say,