Country courtship

Come put yer little hand in mine

And let it be at rest.

It minds me of a tired bird

Within a warm brown nest.

And bend that pretty head o' yourn,

And lay it on my breast.

The lambs, they all be wearied out,

I penn'd them in the fold,

The lights along the Malvern hills

They shine like stars of gold.

And yonder rises up the moon,

All round and big and bold.

There's not a single passer-by,

Nor sound along the lane,

And oh! the earth is smelling sweet,

Like meadows after rain.

Then come a little closer, maid,

And kiss me once again!