1.
Birds in the high Hall-garden
  When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
  They were crying and calling.

2.
Where was Maud? in our wood;
  And I, who else, was with her,
Gathering woodland lilies,
  Myriads blow together.

3.
Birds in our wood sang
  Ringing thro' the vallies,
Maud is here, here, here
  In among the lilies.

4.
I kiss'd her slender hand,
  She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen,
  But she is tall and stately.

5.
I to cry out on pride
  Who have won her favour!
Maud were sure of Heaven
  If lowliness could save her.

6.
I know the way she went
  Home with her maiden posy,
For her feet have touch'd the meadows
  And left the daisies rosy.

7.
Birds in the high Hall-garden
  Were crying and calling to her,
Where is Maud, Maud, Maud,
  One is come to woo her.

8.
Look, a horse at the door,
  And little King Charles is snarling,
Go back, my lord, across the moor,
  You are not her darling.