As I imagine making love with her,
in my mind we are united;
So why search the forest for her?
Why am I so benighted?
Oh me, oh my, I am bereft!
She’s mad at me, she’s up and left!

I realize, lithe lady, that jealousy
rends and breaks your heart;
But how can I reassure you
while we are so far apart?
Oh me, oh my, I am bereft!
She’s mad at me, she’s up and left!

You’re driving me crazy:
now I see you, now I don’t;
Once you embraced me,
and now you won’t;
Oh me, oh my, I am bereft!
She’s mad at me, she’s up and left!

Please forgive me, my lovely—
I swear I will behave;
Please let me see you once again!
I’m burning up with passion grave;
Oh me, oh my, I am bereft!
She’s mad at me, she’s up and left!