From the house the head is taken,
God has doom'd me to despair.
(After the burial is over, the shepherdess returns to her cabin, and describes
the ceremony to her friends and relations.)
On the bier I saw them lay him,
There, in dumb but heartfelt mourning.
Flocks and cattle bleat and low—
E'en the kids between the hurdles
Bah, bah, bah! their loss to show.
In the Church of Blessed Mary,