A Fair Maid's Kiss

hark, there is a rumor 'round the town mill

that a fairy girl has bewitched the males—

quick, let me gather my paper and quill—

and, oh, she is so lovely the moon pales.

her name is a secret kept close to heart—

and, yes, she does make those young beats patter;

those rhythms shall stutter when she does part

and many a boy will grow a-tatter.

she'll be gone yonder by August's late light,

and I shall watch each pining eye take note—

though her beauty is a thorn and a bite

while I languish in my own little moat.

all the lads hold their breath as they perspire

for but this fair maid's kiss that they desire.