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"I ask you now, my dearest Heart
A' fore I drown in sorrow
That you did not so soon depart
To dance upon the morrow
For when the Piper came a 'dancing
To lure you far beyond this realm
Not once cast you a thought of chancing
To know strong oak or silver elm
For that Queen Mab she did desire
That never once again should I kiss
Your pure snow neck or locks of fire,
To know of such ambrosial bliss.
Haunt and spite did steal you away
I should've known such beauty could not stay."
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