Ye have been fresh and green, br Ye have been fill'd with flowers; br And ye the walks have been br Where maids have spent their hours. br br You have beheld how they br With wicker arks did come, br To kiss and bear away br The richer cowslips home. br br You've heard them sweetly sing, br And seen them in a round; br Each virgin, like a spring, br With honeysuckles crown'd. br br But now, we see none here, br Whose silvery feet did tread br And with dishevell'd hair br Adorn'd this smoother mead. br br Like unthrifts, having spent br Your stock, and needy grown br You're left here to lament br Your poor estates alone.