Walter's wooing

I'm tired of gleaning the live-long day

Though the neighbors declare that my work was play;'

For if Walter had scorned to be helping me,

I never had gathered the heap you see;

For I strayed after poppies and corn-flowers bleu

And large moon daisies, all bright with dew, --

While Walter was working as hard as could be;

Yet he's but poor lad and no mate for me

Yet whenever I go, and do all that I willl,

The words of his wooing will haunt me still.