Songs (VII)

Doll's boy ’s asleep 
under a stile 
he sees eight and twenty 
ladies in a line 

the first lady 
says to nine ladies 
his lips drink water 
but his heart drinks wine 

the tenth lady 
says to nine ladies 
they must chain his foot 
for his wrist ’s too fine 

the nineteenth 
says to nine ladies 
you take his mouth 
for his eyes are mine. 

Doll's boy ’s asleep 
under the stile 
for every mile the feet go 
the heart goes nine

This poem is in the public domain.