Mine Every Where

“COME with me, thou charming maiden! Be my love and come with me.” ‘Wherefore play with words so foolish? That can never, never be; I had rather in the tavern Bear the golden cup, than ever,— Ever promise to be thine.’ “I am the young tavern-keeper, So thou wilt indeed be mine.”

‘Wherefore play with words so foolish? No such fate will e’er befall; In the coffee-house I’d rather Serve, envelop’d in my shawl, Rather than be thine at all.’ “But I am the coffee boiler, Thee, my maiden, will I call.”

‘Wherefore play with words so foolish? That can never, never be; Rather o’er the field I’ll wander, Changed into a quail, than ever, Ever give myself to thee.’ “But I am a vigorous sportsman, And thou wilt belong to me.”

‘Play not, youth! with words so foolish, That can never, never be; Rather to a fish I’d change me, Dive me deep beneath the sea, Rather than belong to thee.’ “But I am the finest network, Which into the sea I’ll cast; Mine thou art, and mine thou shalt be,— Yes! thou must be mine at last; Be it here, or be it there, Mine thou must be every where.”