III
The maiden sore did grieve,
And without a word of leave,
From her father’s house she fled secretlie,
In male attire dress’d,
With a star upon her breast,
All to seek her simple Ploughboy on the sea.
The maiden sore did grieve,
And without a word of leave,
From her father’s house she fled secretlie,
In male attire dress’d,
With a star upon her breast,
All to seek her simple Ploughboy on the sea.