The Three Scarfs
I’ve bought three scarfs of white;
I ’ll be white as any swan,
And none will dare embrace me,
When the three white scarfs I don.
I’ve bought three scarfs of red;
I ’ll be red as any rose;
My love will rain his kisses
When such a floweret blows.
I’ve bought three scarfs of gold;
I ’ll be yellow as its hue;
I ’ll glitter like a weathercock,
While all the world shines new.
I’ve bought three scarfs of brown;
I ’ll be brown as any owl;
None will dare to ask a kiss
From such a timorous fowl.