This text comes from Songs of French Canada, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
He
I've lost my love, in sooth;
For that my care is light;
What small despite I feel
Will soon have vanished quite.
For mourning I will wear
A suit of satin fine,
My only tears shall be
Of wine.
She
What have I done, my love,
That thus displeases thee?
Have I not loved thee, dear,
As thou hadst right to be?
I've loved thee; love thee now;
I'll love thee, dear, for aye,
For thee my heart shall beat
Alway.
She
At home the house is now
A solitary place,
Where one but seldom sees
The light of lover's face.
And those we love so well,
With all love's tender pain,
We love to dream we'll see
Again.
He
Were I a swallow swift,
Towards thee, my heart's delight,
O'er all these rocky wilds
I'd quickly wing my flight.
There, safe from all the storm,
Soft nestling in thy breast,
I'd tell thee all my pain,
At rest.