How do ye wish me be to be the wife
For you? More light, my Sweet’, more playful,
Dost this speak ye or me? My life is rife
With chores and tasks galore; be this I rue?
Dost ye wish wife of play and cheer, my dear?
‘Tis sure’ makes life more fun to grin and laugh.
Yet think I sure’ that cheer not be at rear.
‘Tis I that long to carefree be; not daft,
Though, Sweet’, this I won’t be when cheer I be.
‘Tis wise to be bit light with joy and fun.
‘Tis I that wish a bit to change, ye see.
I long to laugh—all smiles in joy to run!
Yea, easy, yea to think it you, not me.
It may be good for twain, also, ye see!