Away To The Well

AWAY to the well lilted Annie— Away with her skiel to the well; Away to the well whistled Johnnie, The pride and delight of the dell. Sweet, sweet is the well; but ah, sweeter, The words of the silver-tongued elf; I counsel the youth who shall meet her, To keep a strict guard on himself. Deep, deep is the well; but ah, deeper, The guile of the silver-tongued elf; And the laugher she'll turn to a weeper, Unless he look well to himself. 'Twas thus proved the mortal to Johnnie: Lo, pale, now, he wanders the dell,— Pale, pale with the potion that Annie Had caused him to drink at the well.