Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way
All for to hear the small birds sing
And the lambs to skip and play.

I overhead my own true love
Her voice it was so clear
Long time I have been waiting for
The coming of my dear.

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind.
Sometimes I think I'll go to my love
And tell to him my mind.

And if I should go to my love, my love
He will say nay
If I show to him my boldness
He'll ne'er love me again.

England, arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams