Full Lyrics
Before me, careless lying,
Young Love his wares comes crying;
Full soon the elf untreasures
His pack of pains and pleasures—
With roguish eye,
He bids me buy,
From out his pack of treasures.
His wallet’s stuffed with blisses,
With trueloveknots and kisses,
With rings and rosy fetters,
And sugared vows and letters—
He holds them out
With boyish flout,
And bids me try the fetters.
Nay, Child, (I cry,) I know them;
There’s little need to show them!
Too well for new believing
I know their past deceiving—
I am too old
(I say,) and cold,
Today, for new believing!
But still the wanton presses,
With honeysweet caresses,
And still, to my undoing,
He wins me, with his wooing,
To buy his wares
With all their cares,
Their sorrow and undoing!
