"What makes you rise so soon, my love Your journey to pursue? Your pretty little feet they tread so neat Strike off the morning dew." "I'm off to feed my father's flocks His young and tender lambs That over hills and over dales Lie waiting for their dams." "O stay, o stay, you handsome maid And rest a moment here For there is none that you alone That I do love so dear." "How gloriously the sun doth shine How pleasant is the air I'd rather rest on a true love's breast Than any other where." "For I am thine and thou art mine No man shall uncomfort me We'll join our hands in wedded bands And married we shall be."