DEATH My girl I say be on your guard And put folly from your head, Take my counsel and be wise, Think of me and do not wed. Though you scorn advice today For your cheeks are bright and red And you do not know my ways Think of me and do not wed. Know me! You do not know yourself Never saw yourself in dread, The pillared throat, the rounded breast, Think of me and do not wed. Love no man and hate no man, Leave the foolish words unsaid, Save the kisses you would share, Think of me and do not wed. Think of me and do not wed, Be the road easy or hard, I shall be with you at the end, My girl I say be on your guard. Source: Lords and Commons, Cuala Press, 1938 (reprint 1971), pp. 20-21.