My spirit would cast off its gloom,—
I would sit with my sorrow no longer
O’erwatching the dew-covered field.’”
The singer’s voice rose and fell, plaintive and sweet, and then she played a few more chords before she continued:
“‘I said to my father already,
Already I said to my taper,—
“Nay! marry me not, O my father!
O marry me not to the proud one!
O seek not for high piles of riches;
O seek not for palaces fair,