Meet Me To-Night

O meet me to-night by the bright starlight,      Now the pleasant Spring's begun.      My own dear maid, by the greenwood shade,      In the crimson set of the sun,      Meet me to-night.      The sun he goes down with a ruby crown      To a gold and crimson bed;      And the falling dew, from heaven so blue,      Hangs pearls on Phoebe's head.      Love, leave the town.      Come thou with me; 'neath the green-leaf tree      We'll crop the bonny sweet brere.      O come, dear maid, 'neath the hazlewood shade,      For love invites us there.      Come then with me.      The owl pops, scarce seen, from the ivy green,      With his spectacles on I ween:      See the moon's above and the stars twinkle, love;      Better time was never seen.      O come, my queen.      The fox he stops, and down he drops      His head beneath the grass.      The birds are gone; we're all alone;      O come, my bonny lass.      Come, O come!