The Merry Maid
Oh,I am grown so free from careSince my heart broke!I set my throat against the air,I laugh at simple folk!There’s little kind and little fairIs worth its weight in smokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!Lass, if to sleep you would repairAs peaceful as you woke,Best not besiege your lover thereFor just the words he spokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!
Oh,I am grown so free from careSince my heart broke!I set my throat against the air,I laugh at simple folk!There’s little kind and little fairIs worth its weight in smokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!Lass, if to sleep you would repairAs peaceful as you woke,Best not besiege your lover thereFor just the words he spokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!
Oh,I am grown so free from careSince my heart broke!I set my throat against the air,I laugh at simple folk!
There’s little kind and little fairIs worth its weight in smokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!
Lass, if to sleep you would repairAs peaceful as you woke,Best not besiege your lover thereFor just the words he spokeTo me, that’s grown so free from careSince my heart broke!