Ah Me!
WHEN maiden loves, she sits and sighs,She wanders to and fro;Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes,And to all questions she replies,With a sad heigho!’Tis but a little word—“heigho!”So soft, ’tis scarcely heard—“heigho!”An idle breath—Yet life and deathMay hang upon a maid’s “heigho!”
When maiden loves, she mopes apart,As owl mopes on a tree;Although she keenly feels the smart,She cannot tell what ails her heart,With its sad “Ah me!”’Tis but a foolish sigh—“Ah me!”Born but to droop and die—“Ah me!”Yet all the senseOf eloquenceLies hidden in a maid’s “Ah me!”