Love Charm I

It is not love knowledge to thee
To draw water through a reed,
But the love of him [her] thou choosest,
With his warmth to draw to thee.
Arise thou early on the day of the Lord,
To the broad flat flag
Take with thee the biretta of a priest,
And the pinnacled canopy.
Lift them on thy shoulder
In a wooden shovel,
Get thee nine stems of ferns
Cut with an axe,
The three bones of an old man,
That have been drawn from the grave,
Burn them on a fire of faggots,
And make them all into ashes.

Shake it in the very breast of thy lover,
Against the sting of the north wind.
And I will vow, and warrant thee.
That man [woman] will never leave thee.