Lewis Carroll

PHANTASMAGORIA AND OTHER POEMS
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THE LANG COORTIN’

 The ladye she stood at her lattice high,
 Wi’ her doggie at her feet;
 Thorough the lattice she can spy
 The passers in the street,
 
 “There’s one that standeth at the door,
 And tirleth at the pin:
 Now speak and say, my popinjay,
 If I sall let him in.”
 
 Then up and spake the popinjay
 That flew abune her head:
 “Gae let him in that tirls the pin:
 He cometh thee to wed.”
 
 O when he cam’ the parlour in,
 A woeful man was he!
 “And dinna ye ken your lover agen,
 Sae well that loveth thee?”
 
 “And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir,
 That have been sae lang away?
 And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir?
 Ye never telled me sae.”
 
 Said - “Ladye dear,” and the salt, salt tear
 Cam’ rinnin’ doon his cheek,
 “I have sent the tokens of my love
 This many and many a week.
 
 “O didna ye get the rings, Ladye,
 The rings o’ the gowd sae fine?
 I wot that I have sent to thee
 Four score, four score and nine.”
 
 “They cam’ to me,” said that fair ladye.
 “Wow, they were flimsie things!”
 Said - “that chain o’ gowd, my doggie to howd,
 It is made o’ thae self-same rings.”
 
 “And didna ye get the locks, the locks,
 The locks o’ my ain black hair,
 Whilk I sent by post, whilk I sent by box,
 Whilk I sent by the carrier?”
 
 “They cam’ to me,” said that fair ladye;
 “And I prithee send nae mair!”
 Said - “that cushion sae red, for my doggie’s head,
 It is stuffed wi’ thae locks o’ hair.”
 
 “And didna ye get the letter, Ladye,
 Tied wi’ a silken string,
 Whilk I sent to thee frae the far countrie,
 A message of love to bring?”
 
 “It cam’ to me frae the far countrie
 Wi’ its silken string and a’;
 But it wasna prepaid,” said that high-born maid,
 “Sae I gar’d them tak’ it awa’.”
 
 “O ever alack that ye sent it back,
 It was written sae clerkly and well!
 Now the message it brought, and the boon that it sought,
 I must even say it mysel’.”
 
 Then up and spake the popinjay,
 Sae wisely counselled he.
 “Now say it in the proper way:
 Gae doon upon thy knee!”
 
 The lover he turned baith red and pale,
 Went doon upon his knee:
 “O Ladye, hear the waesome tale
 That must be told to thee!
 
 “For five lang years, and five lang years,
 I coorted thee by looks;
 By nods and winks, by smiles and tears,
 As I had read in books.
 
 “For ten lang years, O weary hours!
 I coorted thee by signs;
 By sending game, by sending flowers,
 By sending Valentines.
 
 “For five lang years, and five lang years,
 I have dwelt in the far countrie,
 Till that thy mind should be inclined
 Mair tenderly to me.
 
 “Now thirty years are gane and past,
 I am come frae a foreign land:
 I am come to tell thee my love at last -
 O Ladye, gie me thy hand!”
 
 The ladye she turned not pale nor red,
 But she smiled a pitiful smile:
 “Sic’ a coortin’ as yours, my man,” she said
 “Takes a (...)
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