‘ my featherbed is deep and soft,
and there i’ll lay you down.
i’ll dress you all in yellow silk,
and on your head, a crown,
for you shall be my lady love,
and i shall be your lord.
i’ll always keep you warm and safe,
and guard you with my sword. ’

and how she smiled and how she laughed,
the maiden of the tree.
she spun away and said to him,
‘ no featherbed for me.
i’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,
and bind my hair with grass,
but you could be my forest love,
and me your forest lass. ’