Why does he come to me,
With his deep, impassioned eyes,
Stealing my soul from me?
Surely a high emprise
For such an one as he
To smile an hour on me —
To win a worthless prize,
Would he might let me be!
Proud am I — proud as he
For my name as his is old —
What should he say to me?
I have neither lands nor gold.
Ah, a merry jest‘ twill be
To win my heart from me —
( The tale will be soon told! )
Would he might let me be!