I thought my true love slept; br Behind her chair I crept br And pulled out a long pin; br The golden flood came out, br She shook it all about, br With both our faces in. br br Ah! little wren, I know br Your mossy, small nest now br A windy, cold place is; br No eye can see my face, br Howe'er it watch the place br Where I half drown in bliss. br br When I am drowned hald dead, br She laughs and shakes her head; br Flogged by her hair-waves, I br Withdraw my face from there; br But never once, I swear, br She heard a mercy cry.