My lord is gone.
Singing
1. My master has gone, ; In his foolish age, ; He has planted me in a barn, ; To look for apples. ; ; 2. I wish he were there, ; I wish he were there, ; That a priest would still love me. ; ; 3. I turn like a hoop, ; I jump like a horse. ; ; 4. –, Do you hear, my dear, ; What is the woman saying? ; –, Take a stick, ; Beat the priest, ; ; 5. No, not the priest, ; Better the woman, ; So that he doesn't love ; the priest any more.