Did you not hear my lady
Go down the garden singing
Blackbird and thrush were silent
To hear the alleys ringing
Oh, saw you not my lady
Out in the garden there
Shaming the rose and lily
For she is twice as fair
Though I am nothing to her
Though she must rarely look at me
Though I can never woo her
I'll love her 'till I die
Did you not hear my lady
Go down the garden singing
Silencing all the songbirds
And setting the alleys ringing
Surely you heard my lady
Out in the garden there
Rivaling the glittering sunshine
With the glory of golden hair.
