Leave me to my lonely pillow
Go, and take your silly posies
Who has vowed to wear the willow
Looks a fool, tricked out in roses

Who are you, my lad, to ease me?
Leave your pretty words unspoken
Tinkling echoes little please me
Now my heart is freshly broken

Over young are you to guide me
And your blood is slow and sleeping
If you must, then sit beside me…
Tell me, why have I been weeping?