Ah, who but had a cap

Ah, who but had a cap

with feathers and brocade,

and who but were dressed as a lady,

and was going to mass!

And who but could drive in a chaise

or ride a horse with a falcon on my arm;

ah, who but wasn't a Cinderella,

but owned a castle of stone!

I sit, closing my eyes,

with my hands under my knees;

and I long for the wooden dolls,

I had as a child;

I dressed them up as I would,

adorned them in sable and furs;

ah, who but was a child amongst dolls again -

or the dolls were ladies and men!

Then I'd take the best one's cap

with feathers and brocade

and adorn myself as a lady

who is going to mass.

I'd go to court in a sedan chair,

followed by a knight with a falcon on his arm.

Ah no, I must weep for knight and castle,

I am but Cinderella.