Death's the lover that I'd be taking; br Wild and fickle and fierce is he. br Small's his care if my heart be breaking- br Gay young Death would have none of me. br br Hear them clack of my haste to greet him! br No one other my mouth had kissed. br I had dressed me in silk to meet him- br False young Death would not hold the tryst. br br Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy, br Smooth and cold is the bridal bed; br I must wait till he whistles for me- br Proud young Death would not turn his head. br br I must wait till my breast is wilted. br I must wait till my back is bowed, br I must rock in the corner, jilted- br Death went galloping down the road. br br Gone's my heart with a trifling rover. br Fine he was in the game he played- br Kissed, and promised, and threw me over, br And rode away with a prettier maid.