Don't come in, sir, please!
Don't break my willow-trees!
Not that that would very much grieve me;
But, alack-a-day! what would my parents say?
And love you as I may
I cannot bear to think what that would be

Don't cross my wall, sir, please!
Don't spoil my mulberry-trees!
Not that that would very much grieve me;
But, alack-a-day! what would my brothers say?
And love you as I may
I cannot bear to think what that would be

Then keep outside, sir, please!
Don't spoil my sandal-trees!
Not that that would very much grieve me;
But, alack-a-day! what the world would say!
And love you as I may
I cannot bear to think what that would be