in the vale where i once listened out for the light
where the little birds warble
the ptarmigans babble
and my heart looked about for some rest from its trouble
i cast my eyes downward upon the seaside
and a fair young girl on the sh-r- i espied
who was sitting and weeping
to see the waves leaping
and over the skyline sad vigil was keeping.
o why are you weeping alone on the sh-r-?
now still from your eyes i can see the tears pour.
what sorrow and smart
so pierces your heart
that even at midnight it will not depart?