Poor Drooping Maiden Lyrics
Poor drooping maiden sighing
On a bright bright summer’s day
Alone in sorrow all day long,
Thine eyes from light,
Thine ears from song;
Why are thy frail hands
Toiling the hours away?
Found in a dreary home,
wound to the weary doom
Why are thy frail hands
Toiling the hours away?
Chorus:
Poor drooping maiden sighing
on a bright bright summer’s day
Poor drooping maiden sighing
On a bright bright summer’s day
The birds are out with songs and glee
and gladness lurks in bush and tree
Where is thy pure voice
that was once so light and gay?
Come roam the laughing hills!
Come see the dancing rills!
Where is thy pure voice
that was once so light and gay?
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Chorus
Poor drooping maiden sighing
on a bright bright summer’s day
The flowers are out upon the lea
And balmy winds are on the sea
Come let thy sad heart
Warm in the sun’s kind ray!
See how the reapers toil,
Gaily they’ve tilled the soil
Come let thy sad heart
Warm in the sun’s kind ray!
Chorus
