The doctor's song

The goodman said,

"'Tis time for bed,

Come, mistress, get us quick to pray;

Call in the maids

From out the glades

Where they with lovers stray,

With love, and love do stray."

"Nay, master mine,

The night is fine,

And time's enough all dark to pray;

'Tis April buds

Bedeck the woods

Where simple maids away

With love, and love do stray.

"Now we are old,

And nigh the mould,

'Tis meet on feeble knees to pray;

When once we'd roam,

'Twas else cried, 'Come,

And sigh the dusk away,

With love, and love to stray.'"

So they gat in

To pray till nine;

Then called, "Come maids, true maids, away!

Kiss and begone,

Ha' done, ha' done,

Until another day

With love, and love to stray!"

Oh, it were best

If so to rest

Went man and maid in peace away!

The throes a heart

May make to smart

Unless love have his way,

In April woods to stray! --

In April woods to stray!