SAD SONG
Reading edition
I MARRIED me a fay, I was a merry gnome; The wind stole my love away, In the dark the whistler came. I married me a fay. Sweet Bird, Sweet Bird, fly home. Nine candles in a row, White sisters of the flame, Breathe lilies of my woe. When sorrowing is dumb Nine candles in a row Cry softly her sweet name. I married me a fay, I am a withered gnome; My love comes not to-day, Nor will she ever come. I eat the stale last crumb For marrying a fay, Sweet Bird who flies not home.