Poor!O my maiden,O my maiden.

Your beautiful face & hair raven.

You,I have faith..you’re no berserk.

O! I plead,put down the dirk.

This pretty hand with two rings.

One in the thumb other in the finger of strings.

One belongs to you,other’s of lost consort.

he’s not coming back,despite your exhort.

Poor!O my maiden,O my maiden

The wall’s down despite hiring the mason.

Your groom’s gone,not to be back.

O! I beg,scream not..nothing that you lack.