And if I bathe your weary feet
and if I bring you bread to eat
and if I slake your thirst with wine
and then will you be mine?

And if I bring you meat of boar
and truffles from the forest floor
and blushing fruit fresh from the vine
and then will you be mine?

And if I make a feather bed
and feather pillow for your head
and if our bodies should entwine
and then will you be mine?

And if your seed begins to grow
and will you reap as you shall sow
and if I bear a son so fine
and then will you be mine?

Mary Younger