I
When _Spring_ is here and MARGERY
Goes walking in the woods with me,
She is so white, she is so shy,
The little leaves clap hands and cry--
_Perdie!
So white is she, so sky is she,
Ah me!
The maiden May hath just passed by!_
II
When _Summer's_ here and MARGERY
Goes walking in the fields with me,
She is so pure, she is so fair,
The wildflowers eye her and declare--
_Perdie!
So pure is she, so fair is she,
Just see,
Where our sweet cousin takes the air!_
III
Why is it that my MARGERY
Hears nothing that these say to me?
She is so good, she is so true,
My heart it maketh such ado;
_Perdie!
So good is she, so true is she,
You see,
She can not hear the other two._
