Beneath the branch of the green May 
with joy my heart sleeps happily
Waiting for him who promised me 
to meet me here again this day.

And what is that I would not do
To please my love so dear to me?
He love's me with leal heart and true,
And I love him no less, pardie!

Perchance I see him but a day;
Yet maketh me my heart so free
His beauty so rejoiceth me
That months thereafter I am gay.