Will you be sensible, girl,
and take that hand away?
I'm not the man for the task,
be lovesick as you may.
Look how my hair is gray,
my body is unfit.
Now even my blood runs slow,
what can you hope from this?
Pray do not think me cruel,
oh do not hang your head,
of
course, I will always love you,
but not in bed!