THE LADY ISOBEL’S SONG.
Oh, if I be a lady fair,
I’ll weep for no lord’s frown,
And if my lord should ride away,
I’ll put aside my silk array
And take a russet gown.
I’ll wear a gown of russet brown,
And sleep on the grassy sward,
And when I meet a shepherd swain,
If he should sigh, I’ll sigh again,
And choose him for my lord.
I’ll choose a shepherd for my lord,
Though I be a lady fair,
And when the woods are golden brown,
Of yellow leaves I’ll weave a crown,
And bind his golden hair.
Then my false lord shall cry and weep,
And call his lady fair,
But though for love his heart should bleed,
His sighs and tears I will not heed,
Nor hearken to his prayer.