Nun, The

Suggested By Part Of The Italian Song, Beginning "Se Moneca Ti Fai."


            I

If you become a nun, dear,
    A friar I will be;
In any cell you run, dear,
    Pray look behind for me.
The roses all turn pale, too;
The doves all take the veil, too;
    The blind will see the show:
What! you become a nun, my dear!
    I'll not believe it, no.

            II

If you become a nun, dear,
    The bishop Love will be;
The Cupids every one, dear,
    Will chaunt "We trust in thee";
The incense will go sighing,
The candles fall a dying,
    The water turn to wine:
What! you go take the vows, my dear!
    You may, but they'll be mine.