I’d rather toil as Shepherdess, or Dairy maid all day;
Ah!
Second verse:
You ask me why I look so pale, and wonder why I pine;
You think I should be happy for you know that wealth is mine,
But ah Lisette! a coronet may glisten o’er the brow
Yet doubt and care be lurking there despite of pomp and show.
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First verse continued: