Normandy Song
My love is hidden in a little garden where roses and lilies-of-the-valley bloom, likewise the hollyhock.
My little garden is most pleasant and decked with every flower and is guarded by a lover as well by night as day.
Alas! there is no sweeter thing than this gentle nightingale who in the morning sings so clear; when she is tired she doth repose.
The other day I watched her pluck the violets in a green field, and she seemed to me so comely and of such perfect beauty.
A little while I gazed at her: she was as white as milk, and gentle as a lamb, and red as any rose.
My little garden is most pleasant and decked with every flower and is guarded by a lover as well by night as day.
Alas! there is no sweeter thing than this gentle nightingale who in the morning sings so clear; when she is tired she doth repose.
The other day I watched her pluck the violets in a green field, and she seemed to me so comely and of such perfect beauty.
A little while I gazed at her: she was as white as milk, and gentle as a lamb, and red as any rose.
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