My Mother is now in the grave—there is her grave—
O why was I born—I, so unlucky in this world?
THE GIFT OF A RING
He gave me a ring, and I laughed and asked him:
“What does this mean?” “A gift,” he answered.
I went with another upon the morrow,
And in the evening he was so angry.
“You wore my ring,” he said, reproachful,
“The ring means marriage—you’re pledged to me!”
I flung my ring at the foolish creature