Ballad of Low-Lie-Down, by Madison Cawein

  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 gypsy 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,
    Laughing, "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 'tis 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: we'll 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,
    Only you, sweet Low-lie-down."

  For a little while she pondered:
    Smiled: then said, "Let care go drown!"
  Up and kissed him…. Forth they wandered,
    John-a-dreams and Low-lie-down.