If from this manhood I were free,
And entered on life's weary whirl,
As a lucky-fated girl;
Then my life would be as bright
As is a star in summer night.
And when full grown, I ne'er would shirk
From doing all a woman's work;
From early morn till late at night,
When shine the moonbeams' silvery light,
I'd spend the hours in peaceful knitting,