THE BRIDE
(This is sung by a maiden about to be married in a land far from her parents and native land)
“Marusya, Marusya, dost thou not lonesome feel?
And tears from thy blue eyes must surely unbidden steal.
“In a strange new country thy wedding-day sun must rise;
And none of thy kin will be near thee to love, praise or advise.
“Why dost thou not write, therefore, and tell thy mother to sail?
Surely her hands are anxious to cover thy head with a veil.”
Then to the wondering maidens the sad Marusya said:
“Verily now I know not if ever I shall be wed:
“I shall never write to my mother and ask her to come to me.
For alas, I have no mother since I dwell in this far country!”