In the vale where I once listened out for the light
Where the little birds warble, the ptarmigans babble
And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble
I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside
And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
Who was sitting and weeping to see the waves leaping
And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping
Oh, why are you weeping alone on the shore?
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?

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