In her gay prime,
How warm the wind must blow
Far, far from love and thee, Mary
Blooming at Beltane, *** in winter to fade;
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Golden head by golden head,
For thee shall none a requiem say?
Lizzie went her way;
He gives his harness bells a shake
But I have promises to keep,
In her gay prime,
How warm the wind must blow
Far, far from love and thee, Mary
Blooming at Beltane, *** in winter to fade;
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Golden head by golden head,
For thee shall none a requiem say?
Lizzie went her way;
He gives his harness bells a shake
But I have promises to keep,