The bird to his mate in the tree,
And ever she sighs as she hears their song,
"Nobody sings for me."
The scullery maids have swains enow
Who lead them the way of love,
But lonely and loveless their mistress sits
At her window up above.
Loveless and lonely she waits and waits,
The saddest in all the land;
Ah, cruel and lasting is love-blind pride,