On a time in summer season
Jocky late with Jenny walking,
Like a lout made love with talking
When he should be doing. Reason
Still, he cries, when he should dally:
Jenny sweet, shall I, shall I?
Jenny, as most women use it
Who say Nay when they would have it,
With a bold face seemed to crave it,
With a faint look did refuse it.
Jocky lost his time to dally,
Still he cries, Sweet, shall I, shall I?
She who knew that backward dealing
Was a foe to forward longing,
To avoid her own heart's wronging,
With a sigh love's suit revealing,
Said: Jocky sweet, when you would dally,
Do you cry: Sweet, shall I, shall I?
Jocky knew by her replying
That a 'no' is '`aye' in wooing,
That an asking without doing
Is the way to love's denying.
Now he knows when he would dally,
How to spare, Sweet, shall I, shall I?