Through bushes and through briars,|
I lately took my way;
All for to hear the small birds sing,
And the lambs to skip and play.
I overheard my own true love,
Her voice it was so clear;
Long time I have been waiting for
The coming of my dear.
Sometimes I am uneasy|
And troubled in my mind;
Sometimes I think I'll go to my love
And tell to him my mind.
And if I should go to my love,
My love he will say Nay;
If I show to him my boldness,
He'll ne'er love me again.
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