Forsooth sweet maid, tempt me not, my plea, br with winsome smile and sparkling een, br that draws me to thy fulsome breast. br Twixt Heaven and Hell to place one kiss, br Knowing full well thy father’s hand br Would slay me for my playfulness. br br br Alas, my weapon, straying not, stays sheathed br within the scabbard of his wrath, br filling not thy belly with my spawn. br Tho’ truth be said, ‘tis still my fondest wish. br br br Await, my love, on my return br with favours for thy ebony locks, br And jewelled band to take the place br of plaited hair now on thy finger. br Faith, I will beard your sire within his den, br Then swell thy silk skirts with bairns aplenty.