o y thy loof e, ss

chor—o y thy loof e, ss,

e, ss, e, ss;

and swear on thy white hand, ss,

that thou wilt be y a

a sve to love&039;s unbounded sway,

he aft has wrought ikle wae;

but now he is y deadly fae,

unless thou be y a

o y thy loof, c

there&039;s ony a ss has broke y rest,

that for a blk i hae lo&039;ed best;

but thou art een with y breast,

for ever to rea

o y thy loof, c