One, Two, Three

I know a shady bower, A sweet secliided uook, Where raany a bright-eyed flower Bends down to kiss the brook. Mypath lies down a hollow, Where the rippling waters run ; I hope no one wül foilow, For there's only room for one. But if a bonnie maiden (Whose uanie I daré not tell) Should, with wild flowers laden, Draw n ar by bosky dell, I, in a vo ce caressing, Would toll, and teil her true, That with a l.ttle pressiuí? There might be room for two. I'd crown her with wild rosos, I'd tbroue her on the green, 4 And wiiile she there reposes, 1 U kneol before ui queeu. Sliould any one perceive us, 1 1 this we'd both agree - W (i d teil them to believe us T.iere was uot room for three. ï!irïflkiaankrgii5