"Poor Drooping Maiden"

Poor Drooping Maiden

Poor drooping maiden sighing on a 
    bright bright summers 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 room
Bound to a weary doom
 Why are thy frail hands 
   toiling the hours away
|: Poor drooping maiden sighing 
 on a bright bright summers day :|
     
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a 
    bright bright summers day
The birds are out with songs 
   and glee
And gladness lurks in bush 
  and tree
Where is thy pure voice that 
  once was so light and gay