A Song

All that a man may pray, Have I not prayed to thee? What were praise left to say, Has not been said by me O, ma mie?

Yet thine eyes and thine heart, Always were dumb to me: Only to be my part, Sorrow has come from thee, O, ma mie?

Where shall I seek and hide My grief away with me? Lest my bitter tears should chide, Bring brief dismay to thee, O, ma mie?

More than a man may pray, Have I not prayed to thee? What were praise left to say, Has not been said by me, O, ma mie?