My Fiancee

Come lay your head upon my breast Good fortune bless your warm caress Forlorn should I be without your jocund company Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder Only thoughts of you tear's our revelry asunder You inspire every impulse in me to flow Only with you, my love, my senses glow Near almost we never would have met If not for your unloosen pet Retrieving same to your eager embrace I lost my heart then to your pretty face Blessed be the day at Whitsuntide When I shall behold you as my bride.