text:  The priest he was standing in the quire;-- "What gay young gallant comes branking here?" The winsome maid to herself said she;-- "Oh were that gay young gallant for me!" He stepp'd o'er one stool he stepp'd o'er two; "Oh maiden plight me thy oath so true!" He stepp'd o'er three stools he stepp'd o'er four; "Wilt be mine sweet May for evermore?" She gave him her hand of the drifted snow-- "Here hast thou my troth and with thee I'll go