The Merry Maid

Oh, I am grown so free from care

Since my heart broke!

I set my throat against the air,

I laugh at simple folk!

There's little kind and little fair

Is worth its weight in smoke

To me, that's grown so free from care

Since my heart broke!

Lass, if to sleep you would repair

As peaceful as you woke,

Best not besiege your lover there

For just the words he spoke

To me, that's grown so free from care

Since my heart broke!