And sore indeed was their fleshly smart.
Yet must I bear them, well-beloved,
Until thy truth and troth was proved
And this tattered coat is now for a sign
That thou hast won me to be thine.
Now wilt thou lead along thy maid
To meet thy kindred unafraid."
As stoops the falcon on the dove
He cast himself about her love.
He kissed her over, cheek and chin,