Five sonsg (sic)/The Bewildered Maid

The bewildered Maid.

SLOW broke the light and sweet breathed the morn,
When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn,
Her dark hair hung loose on her bare neck of snow,
Her eyes look bewildered, her cheeks pale with woe.
O whence is thy sorrows, fair maiden? said I,
The green grave will answer she said with a sigh,
The merry lark sweetly did sing o'er her head,
But she thought on her grief and the battle she said.

The breeze murmured by, when she looked up forlorn
Hark! hark! didst thou hear? 'twas the sigh of the morn
They say that in battle my love lost his breath,
But ah! 'twas the hawthorn that robbed his sweet
⁠breath;
Comehere, gentle Robin live safe from he storm
Is my bosom now sing, there my true love lies warm,
Ah Robin, so constant my true love was brave
Sweet Robin fhall fit and fing o'en my grave.

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