The Coolun

Sweetheart and faithful treasure,

Be constant still, and true;

Nor for want of herds and houses

Leave one who would ne’er leave you.

I’ll pledge you the blessed Bible,

Without and eke within,

That the faithful God will provide for us,

Without thanks to kith or kin.

Oh, love, do you remember

When we lay all night alone,

Beneath the ash in the winter storm,

When the oak wood round did groan?

No shelter then from the storm had we,

The bitter blast or sleet,

But your gown to wrap about our heads,

And my coat round our feet.