Oh

It seems me that the corn does push already
I have not a most pleasure in the world
Pleasure in the world

The field has by me a thousand charms
I have not a most pleasure in the world
Pleasure in the world

And how is the man who you did speak
We shall have a fine weather to day
And there is some foggy
I fear of the thunderbolt

Which please, which charm, the field has by me a thousand
I have not a most pleasure in the world
Pleasure in the world

Go us more fast never I was seen a so much bad beast
She did not vow to bring and they came
Good promise, only I did not believe her