Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 3)

The Lover

I sat on a rock with the wind blowing wild
And saw a young girl full ripe with a child
Pass by on a donkey with the night closing in,
Her husband so old that I thought it a sin.

I carried a flagon for the company's cheer
And heard a loud groaning which filled me with fear;
I peeped through the slats, and a baby I spied,
That young girl looked down and the baby he cried.

I walked through the night time to rid me of woe
For my sweetheart had sworn that she love me not so;
And angels sang comfort for such as me poor
And I thought of my maiden; and our love evermore.