Pretty, hospitable lady,
House and court are trim and neat,
Stable, cellar, all well cared-for,
Farming careful and complete:

Every corner in the garden
Is well-weeded, gay enough;
All the straw the flails are thrashing
Will be used the beds to stuff.

But thy heart and lips, fair lady,
Unregarded, fallow lie;
And thy bed-chamber, so cosy,
Lacks another's company.