"Hand my bow, and let me test it,
For I sadly fear me lest it
Has been injured by the rain."
Quick he took and strung it tightly,
Notched a shaft, and drawing lightly,
Pierced my heart with feathered pain!
Up he leaped in exultation;
"Give me your congratulation,
For my bow is good as new!
So I think I 'll say good morning,
But, my friend, I give you warning
That your heart will trouble you!"