Jump through the hedge, lass!
Run down the lane!
Here’s your soldier-laddie
Come back again.
Coming over the hill
With the sunset at his back--
Never be feared, lass,
Though he look black;
Coming through the meadow
And leaping the watercourse--
Never be feared, lass,
Though his voice be hoarse;
Belike he’s out of breath
With walking from the town.
He will speak better
When the sun’s gone down.