1. At Stool-ball, Lucia, let us play, For Sugar-cakes and Wine; Or for a Tansie let us pay, The losse or thine, or mine. 2. If thou, my Deere, a winner be At trundling of the Ball, The wager thou shalt have, and me, And my misfortunes all. 3. But if (my Sweetest) I shall get, Then I desire but this; That likewise I may pay the Bet, And have for all a kisse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD MY PRAYER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE CHARM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |