Swain Goldilocks stretched out his hand.
And he spake: "O love, my love indeed,
Where now is gone thy goodly weed?
For again thy naked feet I see,
And thy sweet sleek arms so kind to me.
Through thy rent kirtle once again
Thy shining shoulder showeth plain."
She blushed as red as the sun-sweet rose:
"My garments gay were e'en of those
That the false Queen dight to slay my heart;