To a young gentleman

Don't come in, sir, please!

Don't break my willow-trees!

Not that

that

would very much grieve me;

But, alack-a-day! what would my parents say?

And love you as I may,

I cannot bear to think what that would be.

Don't cross my wall, sir, please!

Don't spoil my mulberry-trees!

Not that

that

would very much grieve me;

But, alack-a-day! what would my brothers say?

And love you as I may,

I cannot bear to think what that would be.

Keep outside, sir, please!

Don't spoil my sandal-trees!

Not that

that

would very much grieve me;

But, alack-a-day! what the world would say!

And love you as I may,

I cannot bear to think what that would be.