Margaret:
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The woods all growing thick and fast around

Columbine, columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his [bad word] along

And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love

Mistle [bad word]  mistle [bad word] Lay me down in the [bad word] My naked feet grow weary with the dusk

Willow boughs, willow boughs
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us

And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love

William:
O my own [bad word] love!
O my own [bad word] love!
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?

Margaret:
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love

Won’t want for love
Won’t want for love
I won’t want for love