Give Me The Lifted Skirt, And The Brave Ways Of Wrong, The Fist, The Dagger And The Sword, And The Out-Spoken Song. Ah! Bring Me Not The Love That Bargains, Bids And Buys: For So Much Loving I Will Give So Much In Lips And Eyes; But Love With Bosom Bared, Sweet As A Bird And Wild, That In Her Savage Maidenhood Cries For A Little Child.