Under the Tree.
Under the tree, 'neath the merry green tree
I'll spread a leaf couch for my bride and me
And there while we're shadowed by hawthorn and berry,
We'll love, and we'll laugh, and be right merry — merry!
Our faces we'll stain,
With the brown nut's sap,
And my elf locks she'd train,
As I lie in her lap.
29My heart shall bask in her black eyes bright,
And I love her forever with all my might,
I'll make the green forest her palace of pride,
Then who'll be the wandering gypsy's bride?