’Obby ’Oss (She Moved Aleatorically) [traditional, adapted]
Where are the maidens that here now should sing?
For summer is a-comen today.
They are in the meadows, the flowers a-gathering,
in the merry morning of May.
My young love said to me, “My brothers won’t mind,
and my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind”.
Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say:
“It will not be long, love, till our wedding day”.
She stepped away from me—she moved through the fayre,
and fondly I watched her move here and move there.
Then she went her way homeward, with one star awake,
as the swan, in the evening, moves over the lake.
Last night, she came to me—she came softly in.
So softly she entered, her feet made no din.
Then she laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
“It will not be long, love, till our wedding day”.
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