  MY ladye’s face is proud and fair, My ladye’s eyes are grey, She goeth out to take the air On every sunny day. My ladye wears a gown of blue That falleth to her feet, All broidered o’er with pearls like dew, And daisies shy and sweet. My ladye wears a hat of silk, That fairy hands did spin, And strings it hath as white as milk, To tie beneath her chin. My ladye wears upon her breast A knot of ribbon gay, But who her heart doth love the best— My ladye will not say. And, O, the jewels rich and rare Do make the eye grow dim, That sparkle in her powdered hair, And on her fingers slim. My ladye wears a satin shoe, With silver buckle wide, That is my joy and pride. My ladye wears upon her face A little touch of scorn, No fuller share of pride and grace Hath any woman born. My ladye’s face is sweet and fair, My ladye’s eyes are grey, She goeth out to take the air On every sunny day. [Decorative image unavailable.] |
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