PUT your head, darling, darling, darling, <br /> Your darling black head my heart above; <br />O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance, <br /> Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love? <br /> <br />O many and many a young girl for me is pining, <br /> Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free, <br />For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows; <br /> But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee! <br /> <br />Then put your head, darling, darling, darling, <br /> Your darling black head my heart above; <br />O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance, <br /> Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?<br /><br />Sir Samuel Ferguson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cean-dubh-deelish/
