Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright?
As the dew that flies over the mulberry-tree.
Queen. Would I were a widow, as I am a wife,
Gilly-flow'r, &c.
But I'm to my sorrow, a maiden as bright,
As the dew, &c.
Cupid. You shall be a widow before it is night,
Gilly-flow'r, &c.
No longer a maiden so fair and so bright,
As the dew, &c.