He told a Tale of bitter woe,
His heart with pity swelling,
How the fair Lady pin’d and died,
And how her Ghost, at Christmas-tide—
Would wander,—near her dwelling.
He told her, how a lowly Dame
The Lady, lorn, befriended—
Who chang’d her own dear baby, dead,
And took the Lady’s in its stead—
And then—“Forgive her Heav’n!” He said,