Lies a dead deer on yonder plain
Whom white grass covers,
A melancholy maid in spring
is luck
for
lovers.

Where the scrub elm skirts the wood,
be it not in white mat bound,
as a jewel flawless found,
dead as doe is maidenhood.

Hark!
Unhand my girdle-knot,
stay, stay, stay
or the dog
may