Slowly, slowly driveth Deargod

Down the hill into the vale,

Not to trouble apple blossoms

Nor the ploughmans' pony sweet. 

I knitted for my beloved

Mittens like heather blossoms

So that he might love me

Just as the bee loves the heather blossom.

Slowly, slowly driveth Deargod

Down the hill into the vale,

Not to trouble apple blossoms

Nor the ploughmans' pony sweet. 

I knitted for my beloved

Mittens like heather blossoms

So that he might love me

Just as the bee loves the heather blossom.