WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY "WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?" If your favour I can gain." Ah! ah!" said she, "you're a bold fellow, If e'er I see your face again." "Madam, I have rings and diamonds, Madam, I have houses and land; "I care not for rings and diamonds, So that I have but a handsome man." "Madam, you think much of beauty, Beauty hasteneth to decay; For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer, Will decay and fade away." THE CAMBRIC SHIRT. 93 THE CAMBRIC SHIRT. "CAN you make me a cambric shirt, "Can you wash it in yonder well, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, "Can you dry it on yonder thorn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Which never bore blossom since Adam was born? And you will be a true lover of mine." "Now you have asked me questions three, I hope you will answer as many for me, 66 Can you find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea sand? And you will be a true lover of mine. "Can you plough it with a ram's horn, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, And sow it all over with one peppercorn? And you will be a true lover of mine. "Can you reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, And bind it up with a peacock's feather? And you will be a true lover of mine. "When you have done it, and finished your work, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Come to me for your cambric shirt, And you will be a true lover of mine." |