Say can you plough me an acre of land
Sing Ivy leaf, Sweet William and Thyme.
Between the sea and the salt sea strand
And you shall be a true lover of mine?

[A slight pause. ANNET looks questioningly at ANDREW, who turns away
with a heavy sigh.

ANNET. [Singing.]

Yes, if you plough it with one ram's horn
Sing Ivy Leaf, Sweet William and Thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

ANDREW. 'Tis all foolishness.

ANNET. [Singing.]

Say can you reap with a sickle of leather
Sing Ivy Leaf, Sweet William and Thyme
And tie it all up with a Tom-tit's feather
And you shall be a true lover of mine.

ANDREW. [Rises up impatiently.] I can stand no more. You've danced
upon my heart till 'tis fairly brittle, and ready to be broke by a
feather.

ANNET. [Very gently.] O Andrew, I'll mend your heart one day.