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LL in a lordly garden ground Is weeding hemp 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 shouldst be, And with it take thy flight.

But I’ve no paper, I’ve no pen, To write a letter now, So greet my love with song, and say, That here I pine with woe.’