English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
How happy were my days till now! I ne'er did sorrow feel; With joy I rose to milk my cow, Or take my spinning-wheel.
My heart was lighter than a fly, Like any bird I sung, Till he pretended love, and I Believ'd his flattering tongue.
O the fool, the silly, silly fool, That trusts what man may be! I wish I was a maid again, And in my own country.