He plucked out three silver keys,
And he open'd the doors each one.
He lifted up the coverlet,
He lifted up the sheet;
"How now, how now, thou little Musgrave,
Doest thou find my lady sweet?"
"I find her sweet," quoth little Musgrave,
"The more 'tis to my pain;
I would gladly give three hundred pounds
That I were on yonder plain."