III
I listen’d in the garden,
I lookèd o’er the wall;
‘Midst five and twenty gallants there
My love exceeded all.
O the wind on the thatch,
Here and I alone must weep:
Whilst my pretty lad is young
And is growing.
I listen’d in the garden,
I lookèd o’er the wall;
‘Midst five and twenty gallants there
My love exceeded all.
O the wind on the thatch,
Here and I alone must weep:
Whilst my pretty lad is young
And is growing.