Nettles take birth on the lily bank.
Oh little Swallow pity me.
"Once in the earliest days She came,
Oh little Swallow pity me,
Sowing the seeds of my after fame,
Oh little Swallow pity me.
Beautiful hands she had, and lo!
All that they touched would thrill and grow
Up to the sun of her eyes, aglow,
Oh little Swallow pity me.