Coachman, hired boy, load the cart well.

1. Coachman, hired boy, load the cart well, ; Don't let the lace bush and hawthorn prick your hand, ; Lace bush and hawthorn both, alas, prick, ; My sweet little angel leans close to me and kisses me. ; ; 2. The oak forest is leafy, leafy, leafy, ; He who has no lover, he who has none, is looking for one now. ; I have none, I have none, I want to look for one now, ; Even tonight, even tonight, I will have fun with her.