| I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ |
| And then, ‘I am old enough’; |
| Wherefore I threw a penny |
| To find out if I might love. |
| ‘Go and love, go and love, young man, |
| If the lady be young and fair.’ |
| Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, |
| I am looped in the loops of her hair. |
| O love is the crooked thing, |
| There is nobody wise enough |
| To find out all that is in it, |
| For he would be thinking of love |
| Till the stars had run away |
| And the shadows eaten the moon. |
| Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, |
| One cannot begin it too soon. |