Classic Poem

Come hither my sparrows
My little arrows
If a tear or a smile
Will a man beguile
If an amorous delay
Clouds a sunshiny day
If the [tread] step of a foot
Smites the heart to its root
Tis the marriage ring
Makes each fairy a king

So a fairy sung
From the leaves I sprung
He leapd from the spray
To flee away
[And] But in my hat caught
He soon shall be taught
Let him laugh let him cry
Hes my butterfly
[And a marriage ring
Is a foolish thing/Is a childs play thing]
For I've pulld out the Sting
Of the marriage ring