The Lark.
(Skrivanek)
ALL in a lordly garden ground
Is weeding bemp a maid,
A Lark addresses her and asks,
Why sad, and why afraid?
'O how can I then joyful be
Thou pretty little lark?
My lover they have ta'en from me
And shut in dungeon dark.
'O had I, had I but a pen,
A letter I would write,
And thou my messenger should'st be,
And with it take thy flight.
'But I've no paper, I've no pen,
A letter to essay,
So greet and tell my love in song,
That here I pine away'.
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