Classic Poem

First beneath a willow's shade,
Heigho! nonino!
Martin his addresses paid,
Heigho! nonino!
When he whispered, Say sincerely
If you e'er could love me dearly?
All the answer that I made
Was heigho! nonino!

Sweet, said he, were Martin dead,
Heigho! nonino!
One sad tear would Rachael shed?
Heigho! nonino!
When my Martin talked of dying,
How could I refrain from sighing?
From my heart a murmur fled,
Of heigho! nonino

Martin told me when I sighed,
Heigho! nonino!
Yes must always be implied
By heigho! nonino!
Then says he, your thoughts discover,
Will you take me for your lover?
Looking down I blushed and cried,
Heigho! Nonino