The Lady and the Boy

Come so young boy and let me give you space To sit so calm upon that fur of mine You did not hear me wanting your embrace? As night steps on its toes, all else is fine Ay, what can you think of this sweet Dame? A boy is still a boy, still innocent Ponder deep! What could bring our kisses Fame? Still shy my son? No lips I even lent. When moon is high I think you change your wish As Lady of my Land I know my prey After those cups we had you probab´ly kish Oh, is he not cute, having none to say. ”Dear Mae, I think the turn to talk is mine Whatever fools me I still don´t drink wine”