Joseph, your faithful shepherd,

Has come to waken you,

Arise, my lovely maiden,

My lovely maiden, rise—

The sun shines bright and new.

Alas, my faithful shepherd,

Whither shall we go?

Above, upon the mountains

Where shining streamlets flow,

Where we will gather violets,

And rosemary also.

Alas, my faithful shepherd,

What shall be our food?

A pie of tender larks,

And cakes so sweet and good,

And see, beneath my mantle

A flask of grapes' rich blood.

Alas, my faithful shepherd,

In what place shall we sleep?

Above, in my thatched cottage,

Within the wood so deep.

I have a place of shelter

Wherein no cold can creep.

Alas, my faithful shepherd,

What if my father knew?

Tell him, my beloved,

That your shepherd true

Came upon the mountain

To keep the wolf from you.

In Le Berger qui me fait le Cour, the shepherdess displays more grace and sentiment in refusing to point out the identity of her lover, while avowing her charming and spontaneous affection.