Sworn

I met me a shy fellow

Tall as the willow

And reedy thin

He’d make a soft pillow

If I hadn’t sworn off men!

How sweetly he’d sing

It made my heart ring

Like a church bell before mass

But I let the thought pass

O, if only he were a lass!

What a sad fellow made he

When I refused to be

A we

Such a lovely yarn we’d spin

If I hadn’t sworn off men.

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