Out in the glade
lies a dead fawn.
A weeping maiden
adorns it's body with blossoms.

Out in the glade
the wise Willow
watches over the land.
A callow Laird who shot the fawn
charms the weeping lass.

Fair as pearl
sweet saplings.
She taunts,
"Heigh, do not be impetuous!
Touch not my handkerchief!
Take care, lest the dog will bark!"