Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,

VI

I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)

VII

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,

VIII

Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?

IX

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee

X

Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:

XI