lovers

A sleeper content to repose;

And far from his friends and his lovers

He lies with the sweetheart he chose.

Ah, let not only mine be vain,

For lovers should be loved again.

-Ah, life, what is it but a flower?

Why must true lovers sigh?

Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty,-

The lad came to the door at night,

When lovers crown their vows,

And whistled soft and out of sight

Lovers' ills are all to buy:

The wan look, the hollow tone,

In valleys green and still

Where lovers wander maying

They hear from over hill

When the wind blows above,

The nettle on the graves of lovers

That hanged themselves for love.

A country lover and his lass;

Two lovers looking to be wed;

And time shall put them both to bed,