Loved and Lost

Mine is a hot and fiery steed, him no reign denying,

swift hies my sorrel, lightly o'er the valley flying:

Bears me brave

through the wave,

mount and hill defying.

Mine was a dear lov'd bird, my eyes delight could borrow,

but ah! one day 't was wounded, wounded to my sorrow.

Little lass,

one more glass,

ere from here I sever!

Mine was a sweetheart dear, the earth no sweeter knowing,

fresh as the morning dew, her kisses warm and glowing.

Love deceiv'd,

ah love griev'd;

may she rue it ever!