from the songs album Elegy
Long evenings full on longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all times the bitterest.
'tis my lovely i long for
It is my darling i miss
My black-browed one i grieve for.
There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breat
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:
In the eart my berry lies
In the soil she's mouldering
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
The one i grieve for.
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