For though I am a poisonous worm,
No hurt I’ll do to thee.
Oh! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow
And give me kisses three;
If I’m not won, e’er the sun go down,
Won I shall never be.
He quitted his sword and bent his bow,
He gave her kisses three;
She crept into a hole a worm,
But out stept a lady.