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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