Did you not hear my lady
Go down the garden singing?
Blackbird and thrush were silent
To hear the alleys ringing

O saw you not my lady
Out in the garden there
Shaming the rose and the lily
For she is twice as fair

Though I am nothing to her
Tho she must rarely look at me
Tho I could never woo her
I love her till I die

Surely you heard My Lady
Go down the garden singing
Silencing all the songbirds
And setting the alleys ringing...

But surely you see My Lady
Out in the garden there
Rivaling the glittering sunshine
With a glory of golden hair.