Bushes & Briars Traditional, arr. Susan McKeown Throught bushes and through briars I lately took my way All for to hear the small birds sing And the lambs to sport and play I overheard my own true love His voice it was so clear Long time I have been waiting for The coming of my dear Sometimes I am uneasy And troubled in my mind Sometimes I think I'll go see my love And tell to him my mind But if I should go unto my love My love he may say nay If I show to him my boldness He'll ne'er love me again