When thou into my little room
To cheer me with thy voice didst come,
Which now I hourly miss;
And 'neath this shade of love, alone
Lament my little Goldie gone.
Whene'er thou saw'st me shut within
My room, thou cheerily would'st sing
And all thy art employ;
At thy lov'd voice, so sweet and clear,
All care would quickly disappear,