THE BASHFUL SHEPHERDESS.
Reading edition
No shady fruit-tree In the early year Dec with blossoms sweet In the day dawn clear So gladdens my eyes, And raises my heart, As when I catch sight Of my own sweetheart. He says, if I like, In the fair springtime We will married be, For his love I see. But to tell him yes I feel such shame, And no to answer Gives still more pain. But a thousand times yes, The very first time That he asks again, Is the answer mine.
Iglesias (d. 1791).