LOVING HENRY.

Henry, Henry, do you love me?

Do I love you, Mary?

Oh, can you mean to liken me

To the aspen tree.

Whose leaves do shake and vary,

From white to green

And back again,

Shifting and contrary?

Henry, Henry, do you love me,

Do you love me truly?

Oh, Mary, must I say again

My love's a pain,

A torment most unruly?

It tosses me

Like a ship at sea

When the storm rages fully.

Henry, Henry, why do you love me?

Mary, dear, have pity!

I swear, of all the girls there are

Both near and far,

In country or in city,

There's none like you,

So kind, so true,

So wise, so brave, so pretty.