A TWINTORETTE
Ho! my little maidenWith the glossy tresses,Come thou and dance with meA measure all divine;Let my breast be ladenWith but thy caresses—Come thou and glancinglyMate thy face with mine.Thou shalt trill a rondel,While my lips are purlingSome dainty twitteringsSweeter than the birds’;And, with arms that fondleEach as we go twirling,We will kiss, with titterings,Lisps and loving words.
Ho! my little maidenWith the glossy tresses,Come thou and dance with meA measure all divine;Let my breast be ladenWith but thy caresses—Come thou and glancinglyMate thy face with mine.Thou shalt trill a rondel,While my lips are purlingSome dainty twitteringsSweeter than the birds’;And, with arms that fondleEach as we go twirling,We will kiss, with titterings,Lisps and loving words.
Ho! my little maidenWith the glossy tresses,Come thou and dance with meA measure all divine;Let my breast be ladenWith but thy caresses—Come thou and glancinglyMate thy face with mine.
Ho! my little maiden
With the glossy tresses,
Come thou and dance with me
A measure all divine;
Let my breast be laden
With but thy caresses—
Come thou and glancingly
Mate thy face with mine.
Thou shalt trill a rondel,While my lips are purlingSome dainty twitteringsSweeter than the birds’;And, with arms that fondleEach as we go twirling,We will kiss, with titterings,Lisps and loving words.
Thou shalt trill a rondel,
While my lips are purling
Some dainty twitterings
Sweeter than the birds’;
And, with arms that fondle
Each as we go twirling,
We will kiss, with titterings,
Lisps and loving words.