This is yet another song first heard and learned in childhood. The lyrics are extremely dated and very quaint. If only moderns could express the degree of their love in such an extravagant manner. I mean, how many young lads are around today are able to say on learning that they are not loved:
"Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing a happy daisy in the garden path. That so that your silver foot might press me going, might press me going even unto death".
I've heard of being down-trodden but isn't this taking it a bit too far?!?