(II)

Green, green, the riverside grass,

Fair, fair, the embowered lass.

White, white, from the windows she sees

Lush, lush, the garden's willow trees.

In rosy, rosy, dress she stands;

She puts forth slender, slender hands.

A singing girl in early life,

Now she is a deserted wift.

Her husband's gone far, far away.

How can she bear her lone, lone day!