And surely, one of the most beautiful love songs ever written:

It was on the fifth of August
The weather fair and mild
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair
For a love I was inclined

I got up with the lark in the morning
My heart was full of glee
Hoping for to meet my love
Long time I wished to see

I looked over my left shoulder
To see who I could see
And there I spied my own true love
Come tripping down to me

I took hold of her lily white hand
And merrily sang my heart
For now we are together
Never more to part

For courting is a pleasure
And parting is a grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

The green leaves they may wither,
The roots they may decay
Before that I prove false to her,
The lass I love so well.

The simplicity of the language makes it more telling.