Testo The Pruner's Pair

One summer winter

I fell down among the splinters

of a rose of the tree

My true lover planted thee
My true lover planted thee--



They them rose, four and twenty,

Clustered in my heart as plenty

same the age you did fall

And lie in heaven after all

And lie in heaven after all--


Thorns will not embitter me

Not your powers constancy

Lead me to the pruner's pair

Silent I will cut thee bare

Silent I will cut thee bare--