When the maiden loves she sits and sighs -- Tower warders under orders -- This the autumn -- When our gallant Norman foes -- Alas! I waver to and fro -- Is life a boon? -- Here's a man of jollity -- I have a song to sing, O -- How say you, maiden, will you wed -- I've jibe and joke and quip and crank -- 'Tis done! I am a bride -- Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true -- Night as spread her pall once more -- Warders are ye? -- Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon -- Hereupon we're both agreed -- Free from his fetters grim -- Strange adventure! -- Hark! What was that, sir? -- A man who would woo a fair maid -- When a wooer goes a-wooing -- Rapture! rapture? -- Comes the pretty young bride.