Low-Lie-Down

John-A-Dreams and Harum-Scarum     Came a-riding into town:     At the Sign o' the Jug-and-Jorum     There they met with Low-lie-down.     Brave in shoes of Romany leather,     Bodice blue and gipsy gown,     And a cap of fur and feather,     In the inn sat Low-lie-down.     Harum-Scarum kissed her lightly,     Smiled into her eyes of brown,     Clasped her waist and held her tightly,     Saying, "Love me, Low-lie-down."     Then with many an oath and swagger,     As a man of great renown,     On the board he clapped his dagger,     Called for sack and sat him down.     So a while they laughed together:     Then he rose and with a frown     Sighed, "While still 't is pleasant weather     I must leave thee, Low-lie-down."     So away rode Harum-Scarum,     With a song rode out of town;     At the sign o' the Jug-and-Jorum     Weeping tarried Low-lie-down.     Then this John-a-dreams, in tatters,     In his pocket ne'er a crown,     Touched her saying, "Wench, what matters!     Dry your eyes and, come, sit down.     "Here's my hand: let's roam together,     Far away from thorp and town.     Here's my heart for any weather,     And my dreams, too, Low-lie-down.     "Some men call me dreamer, poet;     Some men call me fool and clown     What I am but you shall know it!     Come with me, sweet Low-lie-down.     For a little while she pondered.     Smiled and said, "Let care go drown!"     Rose and kissed him. Forth they wandered,     John-a-dreams and Low-lie-down.