Come with me and with my Lady, ere the lazy sun is up, Over hill and over hollow, See her move and never stop :
See her plough the tangled bracken, Search the bushes and the wood, When the cunning hare has bolted, Watch her light foot touch the sod, All the week in dust and bother, Do we smother, she and I :
Sunday morning brings us leisure, Purer air and clearer sky. Oh how joyous is the journey To the flower and the tree : In the wild wood we are happy, On the hillside we are free