"The Maiden's Lament" गीत

As I roved out one evening in Spring
Down by a silent sweet shady grove,
I heard a maiden making sad lament,
She cried: Alas, I have lost my love.

For he was always both loyal and constant,
And unto me his kind love did show,
'Til my parents gave him the plain denial,
Love was the occasion of my overthrow.

Unkind parents, hard-hearted, cruel,
How could you owe me a great spite
To banish from me my own true lover
And in him place my whole heart's delight.

0 was it because that he was an heiress,
Although his parents being poor and low;
If that be so then great is my mischance,
Love was the occasion of my overthrow.

Love is like an unquenching fire,
Like a raging fire it seems to burn.
Unto my cold grave I will retire,
Unto my friends I'll never return.

So farewell, father, and farewell, mother,
Farewell, friends, and farewell, foe,

Farewell, sisters, although to true lovers,
Love was the occasion of my overthrow.

Come all you fair maids like me a-dying,
It's now I'm taking my last farewell,
And all you small birds round me flying,
Let your sweet notes be my fasting [passing?] bell.