Where has my lover gone?

Where has my lover gone, most precious to me,~(1)
And where has he taken his charms?
He's luscious to me as a fruit-laden tree,
All my pleasure's in him, he's my [man].
I've sent my lover out of town,~(5)
So now my daddy's gone.*
I'll have to make do with my own "coo-coo,"
For my love bird has flown away.[1]
Some trapper must bring my stray lover home,
So you can make sweet cooing with me,~(10)
Or, let it be the gardener-man,
to bring me (fruit from your tree).[2]
I've got the coop* ready for the young man,
I'll catch the love bird (in one snap),
Then, when I "coo?"
I'll get a round "yes!" (from my trap).*~(15)