And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow.

Robin came behind me,

Kiss'd me well I vow;

Cuff him could I? with my hands

Milking the cow?

Swallows fly again,

Cuckoos cry again,

And you came and kiss'd me milking the cow.

Come, Robin, Robin,

Come and kiss me now;

Help it can I? with my hands.

Milking the cow?

Ringdoves coo again,

All things woo again.

Come behind and kiss me milking the cow!

Low, my lute; speak low, my lute, but say the world

is nothing

Low, lute, low!

Love will hover round the flowers when they first

awaken;

Love will fly the fallen leaf, and not be overtaken;

Low, my lute! oh low, my lute! we fade and are

forsaken

Low, dear lute, low!

WO young lovers in winter weather,
None to guide them,

Walk'd at night on the misty heather;
Night, as black as a raven's feather;

Both were lost and found together,

None beside them.

Lost, lost, the light of day.

'I am beside thee.'