Searching For Lambs

«What makes you rise so soon, my love
Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet they tread so neat
Strike off the morning dew.»
«I'm off to feed my father’s flocks
His young and tender lambs
That over hills and over dales
Lie waiting for their dams.»
«O stay, o stay, you handsome maid
And rest a moment here
For there is none that you alone
That I do love so dear.»
«How gloriously the sun doth shine
How pleasant is the air
I’d rather rest on a true love’s breast
Than any other where.»
«For I am thine and thou art mine
No man shall uncomfort me
We’ll join our hands in wedded bands
And married we shall be.»