New way of woo'd & marry'd & a'/My lodging is on the cold ground
My Lodging is on the cold Ground.
MY lodging is on the cold ground,
and very hard is my fare,
But that which grieves me more; love,
is the coldness of my dear.
Chor- Yet still she cry'd turn, love,
I pray thee, love, turn to me,
For thou art the only girl, love,
that is ador’d by me.
With a garland of straw I'll crown thee, love,
I’ll marry thee with a rush ring:
Thy frozen heart shall melt with love,
so merrily I shall sing.Yet still, &c.
But if you'll harden your heart, love,
and be deaf to my pitiful moan,
Ah! I must endure the smart, love,
and tumble in straw alone.Yet still, &c.