I saw the maiden sit upon a friendly stone.—
With one knee on the ground the gentle youth did kneel,
And stooping down, her skates he tenderly did feel,
I saw, when in his hand her little foot he took,
He seem’d with joy o’ercome, with sweet emotion shook,
“Rink, pretty creature, rink,” he cried in such a tone,
I saw that he had ta’en her heart into his own.
A handsome youth was he, while she had beauty rare,
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair;
Now, hand in hand, again, I saw them start away,