The Loyal Lover

I'll weave my love a garland,

It shall be dress'd so fine;

I'll set it round with roses,

With lilies, pinks, and thyme.

And I'll present it to my love

When he comes back from sea,

For I love my love, and I love my love,

Because my love loves me.

I wish I were an arrow

That sped into the air,

To seek him as a sparrow,

And, if he was not there

Then quickly I'd become a fish,

To search the raging sea,

For I love my love, and I love my love,

Because my love loves me.

I would I were a reaper,

I'd seek him in the corn,

I would I were a keeper,

I'd hunt him with my horn.

I'd blow a blast, when found at last,

Beneath the greenwood tree,

For I love my love, and I love my love,

Because my love loves me.