Mistress of the sad refrain,
Owner of the golden mane
Her words fall like summer rain
Echoes of an inner pain
That tears her heart asunder

Heed her well is my request
As she cries and beats her chest
Search beneath her cotton vest
For within her shapely breast
Beats a heart of thunder

Her pain gladly would I attend
Encouragement I freely send
But alas, in the end
I must leave it to her closest friend
To fill her heart with wonder

Cloak her body in silken gown
Atop her head a diamond crown
Sing her praises town to town
But take care not to cause a frown
‘Tis not a heart to plunder