Ouwe

On yonder hill there stands a creature,

Who she is I do not know

I will court her for her beauty,

She must answer yes or no

On her bosom are bunches of posies,

On her breast where flowers grow

If I should chance to touch that posy,

She must answer yes or no

Madam I am come for to court you,

If your favor I can gain

If you will but entertain me,

Perhaps then I might come again

Madam, on thy face is beauty

On thy lips wild roses grow,

Madam, I would be thy lover,

Madam, answer yes or no,

Madam I will give you jewels

I will make you rich and free;

I will give you silk and satins

Madam, if you lie with me.

Madam on thy face is beauty,

In your bosom flowers grow

In your bedroom there is pleasure,

Shall I view it, yes or no

Madam shall I tie your garter,

Tie it a little above your knee

If my hand should slip a little farther,

Would you think it amiss of me

My love and I went to bed together,

There we lay till cocks did crow;

Unclose your arms my dearest jewel,

Unclose your arms and let me go