"Poor Drooping Maiden"

Come roam the laughing hills
Come see the dancing rills
 Where is thy pure voice 
  that once was 
   so light and gay
 Poor drooping + c_
     
Poor drooping maiden sighing +c.
 The flowers are out upon 
     the lea
[The] And balmy winds are on the sea
 Come let thy sad heart warm in the sun's kind 
         ray
See how the reapers toil
 Gayly they've tilled the soil
 Come let thy sad heart 
  warm in the sun's kind ray
  Poor drooping +c