would

But what should you go for, oh, snowman, oh, snowman?

And why would you leave us, when home lies at hand?

“Oh, when the sun calls me, then I can wait for no man,

A careless shepherd once would keep

The flocks by moonlight there, (1)

JOAN. Dead? Would I leave ’em? Leave my little ’uns?

And stedfastly he looked at me.

"Well met," I thought the look would say,

"We both were fashioned far away;

"Far I hear the bugle blow

To call me where I would not go,

And the guns begin the song,

And seen from stile or turning

The plume of smoke would show

Where fires were burning

Oh whence, I asked, and whither?

He smiled and would not say,

And looked at me and beckoned

"Oh loud, my girl, it once would knock,

You should have felt it then;