Chapter I: (Writer unknown)

I heard a sickle sighing,
Yea, sighing through the corn,
I heard a maiden crying
That was for love forlorn.

“Give over, love, give over!
I care not what may pass,
For in the green, green clover
I’ve found another lass.”

“If in the green, green clover
The while I stand apart
You’ve found another lover
I well may break my heart.”