The next am I,--the brown and the long,Known well to women, known well to song.Instead of spices, 'tis gold I bear,And so I'm welcome everywhere.
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
To cover with whiteYour pretty dark dress.Equal with equal! then all is right!That's the motto in which I delight.I am in love with the miller-boy;He wears nothing that I could destroy.
Were made, we see well.
She gives him a golden chain to wear,And a silver chalice would the youth
But he feels no relish now, in truth,
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Though he by none may fathomed be;Still glorious is each work of might
But punishment pursues the scoffer straight,
And so 'tis with many a wonder,