"Poor Drooping Maiden"

Poor drooping maiden

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
 While Why are thy frail hands
  toiling the hours away
Come roam the laughing hills
Come see the dansing rills
 Why are thy frail hands
  toiling the hours away
|: Poor drooping maiden sighing
 on a bright bright summers day :|
    
 Poor droopinn
Alone in sorrow all day long
Thine eys from light thine ears 
      from song
Come let thy sad heart 
  roam in the sun's kind          ray

[last three lines bracket in left margin, marked 1st]