That he would strike her dead.
“Oh! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,
And give me kisses three;
For though I am a poisonous Worm,
No hurt I will do to thee.
“Oh! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,
And give me kisses three;
If I am not won e’er the sun go down,
Won I shall never be.”
He quitted his sword, he bent his bow,