Upon the Greenway Bridge I paid a toll
In stranger coin, and sweeter, than I’m used;
A challenge I accepted there to pass,
And tested there my skill, and there was bruised.
The mistress of that span her dice did roll,
And fate decreed I cross when she would duel;
The river’s song was sweet, and green the grass,
And there I knew defeat, there found a jewel.
The rain fell on us, heaven’s grey brocade,
And there my lips knew heaven’s honeyed mead;
My body was bewitched by her sure touch,
And ere that day was done, want turned to need.
And now I know not what my heart has made,
Or if its harvest will be joy or strife;
But the fruit of it will be so much
As to reshape my doings all my life.
Upon the Greenway Bridge I paid a toll
It seemed a trifle, but it was my whole.
Upon the Greenway Bridge push came to shove
I fought a duel, and so I gave my love.
