Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie,
An' come to my arms, an' kiss me again!
Drucken or sober, here's to thee, Katie!
And bless'd be the day I did it again.
[Had I the Wyte] is, we may hope, also purely imaginative drama; it is certainly vividly imagined and carried through with a delightful mixture of sympathy and humorous detachment.
HAD I THE WYTE?
Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, blame
Had I the wyte? she bade me!
She watch'd me by the hie-gate side, highroad
And up the loan she shaw'd me; lane