And the names of warriors dead and gone
Mark Sir Leoline’s burial stone;
Thither go not, or I deem almost
That thou wilt frighten thy mother’s ghost!
Or wilt thou wend to the huge oak-tree,
And, kneeling down upon thy knee,
Number the beads of thy rosary?
Nine beads of gold and a tenth of pearl,
And a prayer with each, my lovely girl,
Nine and one, shalt thou record,