Pinn'd with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou may go out and in,
Hoogh, quoth he.
Wilt thou now have me now,
Honey? quoth she,
Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh, quoth he,
And went his way.
THE CAMBRICK SHIRT.
Can you make me a cambrick shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam or needle work?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, etc.
Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
And you, etc.
Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, etc.
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you, etc.
Now you have ask'd me questions three,
Parsley, etc.
I hope you'll answer as many for me,
And you, etc.
Can you find me an acre of land,
Parsley, etc.
Between the salt water and the sea sand?
And you, etc.
Can you plow it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, etc.
And sow it all over with one pepper corn?
And you, etc.