A Country Peasant Girl

I'm just a little peasant girl
As simple as can be
I'm poorer than the rest of them;
What can you want with me?

No virtues have I to speak of
I'm terribly proud and cross;
My Lord, you wish to marry me?
Oh, Sir, I'm at a loss!

Indeed sir, yes I love you,
More than anyone can tell;
But our lives are very different
A union won't fare well.

You're a great and mighty lord
With wealth beyond compare;
Dances, parties, dinners, balls,
All these are your fare.

I'm just a country peasant girl
I don't know very much
Of society or fashion,
Or theatres and such.

I'm just a simple peasant girl
think what your friends will say
If you bring me home as bride-
They'll not approve, not they!

If our situation was
Of a different kind--
Oh sir, it seems what's said is true
Your love is simply blind.