And there he kissed the shepherdess—
Kissed one and two and three.
Then proudly turned the peasant-maid—
Pale as a ghost was she—
"For all ye are King Solomon,
What make ye here so free?"
Oh, lordly laughed King Solomon,
"Shalt be my queen," quoth he;
"These kisses pledged King Solomon
And sealéd him to thee."