An Old Rondo
Her scuttle Hatt is wondrous wide,
All furrie, too, on every side,
Soe out she trippeth daintylie,
To let ye Youth full well to see
How fayre ye mayde is for ye Bryde.
A lyttle puffed, may be, bye Pryde,
She yett soe lovelye ys thatt I’d
A Shyllynge gyve to tye, perdie,
Her scuttle Hatt.
Ye Coales unto ye Scuttle slide,
Soe yn her Hatt wolde I, and hide
To steale some Kissestwo or three:
But synce She never asketh me,
Ye scornful Cynick doth deride
Her scuttle Hatt!
Frank Dempster Sherman.