Not Roped

I threw the rope called Valentine
Around my Lady’s heart;
I pulled and tied and tightened it
So we would never part.
But when I went to kiss her
She said, “Now let me be!
I’ll never stay your Valentine
If you won’t set me free!”

I drew the rope called Valentine
From round my Lady’s heart;
She straight glanced at another man
And threw a golden dart.
But when again I roped her heart
She cried, “Oh let me be!
I’ll never stay your Valentine
If you won’t set me free!”

I let her go, and she let go
Another arrow’s flight,
And other arms around her went
And seemed to hold her tight,
But stood I still and did not will
My rope on her to fall,
Till she did break, and turned to sing,
“My Valentine, you’re all!”

Now, love that trusts, nor jealous is
Of lightly flying darts,
Is stronger than the strongest ropes
That tie up lovers’ hearts.

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