Give me a village damsel;
Let her shy face be fair
Like the sun at dawn;
Let her smile gently unfold
On my face
Like the rose but at dawn;
Let her unaffected voice
Whisper into my ear
Like the seaside breeze at dusk;
Let her virgin love
On me be confirmed;
Let her inviting lips
Be not smeared
With layers of reddish mud;
Let her rosy cheeks
Be not coated
With layers of pinkish ash;
Let me be free
To fondle her hair
Without fearing
That a wig might fall away.
Lord, Let her be content
To dwell where I dwell
and eat what I eat.
Then Lord .
If there be such a queen.
Send her to me.