Except to shade her from the heate, Or keepe her from the cold.
Through yonder vale as I did passe Descending from the hill, (35) I met a smerking Bonny-lasse, They call her Daffadill.
Whose presence as a-long she went The pretty flower did greete, As though their heads they downe-ward bent, (40) With homage to her feete.
And all the Shepheards that were nie, From top of euery hill; Vnto the Vallies loud did crie, There goes sweet Daffadill.
(45) I gentle Shepheard now with ioy Thou all my flock doest fill: Come goe with me thou Shepheards boy, Let vs to Daffadill.
FINIS. Michaell Drayton.