VIII
At fourteen he wedded was,
A father at fifteen,
At sixteen ’s face was white as milk,
And then his grave was green;
And the daisies were outspread,
And buttercups of gold,
O’er my pretty lad so young
Now ceased growing.
At fourteen he wedded was,
A father at fifteen,
At sixteen ’s face was white as milk,
And then his grave was green;
And the daisies were outspread,
And buttercups of gold,
O’er my pretty lad so young
Now ceased growing.