Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way;
All for to hear the small birds sing
and the lambs to skip and play.
I overheard my own true love,
her voice it was so clear;
"Long time I have been waiting
for the coming of my dear.
Sometimes I am uneasy
and troubled in my mind,
Sometimes I think I'll go to my love
and tell to him my mind.
And if I should go to my love,
my love he will say nay,
If I show to him my boldness,
he'll ne'er love me again."