When he wings away,
Brook and poplar mourn a lover!
Sighing well-a-day!
All. Well-a-day!
Gen.Ah, the doing and undoing
That the rogue could tell!
When the breeze is out a-wooing,
Who can woo so well?
Pol. and Pir. Shocking tales the rogue could tell,
Nobody can woo so well.