I ON Saturday's eve, when weekdays end, Gaiete and Oriour hand in hand To bathe at the fountain together wend. For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. II Back from the Quintain Childe Gerard hied; By the fountain's margin he Gaiete spied, He took her and clasped her to his side. For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. III Now fill your pitcher without delay; Haste Oriour home, for you know the way, But I will with Gerard, who loves me, stay. For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. IV And Oriour wonneth in grief and woe, Her heart is sighing, her tears they flow, Without her Gaiete she needs must go; For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. V Then Oriour cries, Woe worth the morn, Childe Gerard my sister hence has borne To his home far off. I am left forlorn. For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. VI Gerard and Gaiete, away they sped By the road that straight to his city led, And soon as thither they come, are wed. For the winds may blow, and the boughs may sigh, But true lovers sleep all peacefully. |