I could not seek your hand and then be scorned
For there are other maidens I would seek
Against your coldness I have oft been warned
But long to feel your cheek against my cheek.
How good my chances with thee can I find?
Perhaps a letter sent - or face to face
For I must leave all other loves behind
If I would win your fond and fair embrace.
I feel a letter would the problem solve
T'would give you time to ponder on my love
And time for me to ponder my resolve
Time for to pray - seek guidance from above.
If I don't get my favourable reply
I fear my heart will break and I will die.