Oh! my light heart and I together
Set out to roam, this gay spring weather;
I to the meadows did betake me,
There did my truant heart forsake me.
Full well I know where he is biding,
That hath my truant heart in hiding;
But yestreen dhe did heartless call me -
Alas, that it should so befall me!
For my light heart and I together
May roam no more in gay spring weather;
Yet if he will but gently use it,
I grieve not overmuch to lose it.