Beauty is in the garden of love.
There she has lain for a month or five weeks.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
Her father seeks her everywhere,
Her father seeks her everywhere.
Her lover is broken-hearted.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
“Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
My beloved pass by here?
Laridondon, laridondaine.
“She is down in yonder valley,
She is down in yonder valley,
recounting her woes to a bird.”
Laridondon, laridondaine.
The beautiful bird has flown,
The beautiful bird has flown,
And sorrow carries him far away.
Laridondon, laridondaine.