The lady of my love resides
Within a garden’s bound;
There springs the rose, the lily there
And hollyhock are found.
My garden is a beauteous spot,
Garnish’d with blossoms gay;
There a true lover guards her well,
By night as well as day.
Alas! no sweeter thing can be,
Than that sweet nightingale;
Joyous he sings at morning hour,
Till, tired, his numbers fail.
But late I saw my lady cull
The violets on the green:
How lovely did she look! methought,
What beauty there was seen!
An instant on her form I gazed,
So delicately white;
Mild as the tender lamb was she,
And as the red rose bright.
(Chansons Normands)
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