What sea, cat, curse, or worse,
Did drive me to this place?
And the gales I left behind,
Refined and full of grace,
I went into this house,
all full of love and hope.
But the hag, she drove me out
with the twisting of the rope.
I am drunk and more's the shame
and blame that's blighting me.
My friends will have my life,
a wife, a witch on me.
Her crew but cows that browse,
arouse in me no hope.
They are back and bound
and wound around with bura rope.
If the cat and dove reach out,
a king would kiss her mouth.
But the other cat must go
with attic snow for scowth.
The shakings of the bang of haig,
last night was wind,
and so many fine girls wist
for taste of man and bend.
I can plough and hoe and mow,
or sow seeds in the ground.
I can drive the cows
where clover and green grass can be found.
I can shoot a noblest steed, fit mount,
for King or Pope,
but this hank she drove me out
with the twisting of the rope.
If you are mine, be mine,
O bright love of my heart.
If you are mine, be mine,
Till stars from heaven start.
If you are mine,
entwine Your life and love with me.
My love and yours enshrined for all eternity.