“ SLOW broke the light and sweet breathed the morn,
When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn,
Her dark hair hung loose on her bare neck of snow,
Her eyes look bewildered, her cheeks pale with woe.
O whence is thy sorrows, fair maiden? said I,
The green grave will answer she said with a sigh,
The merry lark sweetly did sing o'er her head,
But she thought on her grief and the battle she said.
The breeze murmured by, when she looked up forlorn
Hark! hark! didst thou hear? 'twas the sigh of the morn
They say that in battle my love lost his breath,
But ah! ”

“ I liked her ay since I was at the school.
O shepherd, you're foolish to bind to a woman,
indeed you will rue it and that very soon,
For if she proves constant, you'll scarce find
another one under the moon. ”

“ Your heeks like the roses, your hair's like the gow’
I'm afraid you & them have been breaking the law
O gentle shepherd have you got a wife yet?
or you live single, spray tell me the truth,
For if you live single, you're sure to live happy,
for the blooming young lasses are of such a rut
O I'm single, for all the maids in the forest,
I mind them no more than the leaf of the tree,
Save one pretty girl to whom I have promis'd
to marry, as soon as my stock it is free. ”