text:  Small marvel if the gallant's heart Beat quicker in his breast: 'Twas hard to choose and hard to lose-- How might he wale the best? "Now maidens pretty maidens mine Who'll rede me riddles three? And she who answers best of all Shall be my own ladye!" I ween they blush'd as maidens do When such rare words they hear-- "Now speak thy riddles if thou wilt Thou gay young Cavalier!" "What's longer than the longest path? First tell ye that to me; And tell me what is deeper Than is the deepest sea? And tell me what is louder Than is the loudest horn? And tell me what is sharper Than is the sharpest thorn? "And tell me what is greener Than greenest grass on hill? And tell me what is crueller Than a wicked woman's will?" The eldest and the second maid They sat and thought awhile; But the youngest she look'd upward And spoke with merry smile