Give me the lifted skirt,
And the brave ways of wrong,
The fist, the dagger and the sword,
And the out-spoken song.
Ah! bring me not the love
That bargains, bids and buys:
For so much loving I will give
So much in lips and eyes;
But love with bosom bared,
Sweet as a bird and wild,
That in her savage maidenhood
Cries for a little child.