Midnight Dancer

On the heath we did dance,
O'er daisies, moss and moonlit grass,
The evening song our minuet
Though he bade me not remove his mask.

A more nimble knave I ne'er did see
Who softly called me from my bed,
Who wanted one brisk owl-song jig
Before dawn when I was to be wed.

My curiosity spurred me on
To unmask my mysterious sir
And with soft touch in dreamlike clasp
I snatched it off and he did turn.

Now I am bound to windowpane,
Like many other sweet young maids,
To search the heath for my dancing love
Who stole my heart as debt repaid.