'Twas a gala day, and the loathsome glen
Resounded with laughter from joyful men.
I could see the grand tents where the flags waved high,
And I gathered the news from a passer-by.
'Twas the christ'ning-day of the son and heir
Of the Baron's estates and castles fair;
And guests without end were invited there,
To a sumptuous feast in the open air.
But, oh! 'twas a dreadful day for me;
'Must ever my rage then fruitless be?'