Classic Poem

What means that cheating, chattering bird
Upon the oaken tree?
“The maid a lover hath,” I heard,
“And yet so pale is she.”

False bird! thou liest—speak the truth,
Or hide in shame thy head—
For though 'tis true I love a youth,
I am not pale, but red.

False bird! thou liest—I will go
And stop thy chattering wholly;
A gun across my shoulder throw,
And shoot thee for thy folly.