Thomas Hardy — Rose-Ann

Why didn't you say you was promised, Rose-Ann?        &nbsp Why didn't you name it to me, Ere ever you tempted me hither, Rose-Ann,        &nbsp So often, so wearifully? O why did you let me be near 'ee, Rose-Ann,        &nbsp Talking things about wedlock so free, And never by nod or by whisper, Rose-Ann,        &nbsp Give a hint that it wasn't to be? Down home I was raising a flock of stock ewes,        &nbsp Cocks and hens, and wee chickens by scores, And lavendered linen all ready to use,        &nbsp A-dreaming that they would be yours. Mother said: "She's a sport-making maiden, my son";        &nbsp And a pretty sharp quarrel had we; O why do you prove by this wrong you have done        &nbsp That I saw not what mother could see? Never once did you say you was promised, Rose-Ann,        &nbsp Never once did I dream it to be; And it cuts to the heart to be treated, Rose-Ann,        &nbsp As you in your scorning treat me!