The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire / Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications; with Notes and a Glossary

by Unknown

I look'd at her, she look'd at me,

So bewitching, so bewitching;

I look'd at her, she look'd at me,

I look'd so very simple.

Her cheeks were like the blooming rose,

Which on the hedge neglected blows,

Her eyes were black as any sloes,

And near her mouth a dimple.

I stood stock still, she did the same,