English poem
Dick.[671]
Fie, lusty younker, what do you here, Not dancing on the green to-day? For Pierce, the farmer's son, I fear, Is like to carry your wench away.
Versos English Christopher Marlowe Dick.[671]
Versos English Christopher Marlowe Dick.[671]
English poem
Fie, lusty younker, what do you here, Not dancing on the green to-day? For Pierce, the farmer's son, I fear, Is like to carry your wench away.