RONDEAU

I swore my love should never fall

For her, the one entrancing she;

I promised marriage, I recall,

And said none was more dear to me.

But soon this love began to fall,

And all her joy was turned to gall;

Till from the beak there came a call

To mind me that in times of glee

                                I swore.

At court all men she did enthrall,

Myself was left no room to crawl;

She won the case. When I did see

Five thousand was the hellish fee,

Why — hang it — then, confound it all,

                                I swore.