If I was sleeping then—
He's over young to gang alone
Among the mason-men."
"Lie still, lie still, my sweet lady,
There's nought to sorrow for;
The child is safe enough, I think,
I' the keeping of St Maur!"
An hour's gone by, an hour or two,
And still they're out-of-door—
"I wish they'd come at last, Nourrice,