O Lady Mine
Song
‘ O Lady mine! ’one day I cried,’
Pray make for me a posy,
That I may think when from your side
On your young mouth so rosy.’
‘Nay, gentle sir,’ the damsel said,
‘ The blossoms I deny you,
But take my willing lips instead,
If they will satisfy you!’
And then she kissed me where I stood,
And may the saints defend her—
Ne’er grew a flower in field or wood
One half so sweet and tender.
