I WAS a little lonely maid
And shyly timid, much afraid,
All my world was bare, but the castled air
Long years ago.

At last there came the handsome youth,
My fairy prince in fancied truth,
But his plighted troth made a broken oath
Long years ago.

I could not think he would deceive,
And greatly, gravely did I grieve,
Yet forgave the lies of his false bright eyes
Long years ago.

Another lover claimed my hand,
And bound me with the golden band,
By my wedding ring he's my fairy king
Since years ago.