Two Sisters are Bemoaning

by Aubrey Bell
Two sisters are bemoaning
Their fortune joylessly,
Fairest of maidens are the twain
That ever I might see.
Hurrah, hurrah
For the bridal day!
Rejoicing there shall be.

But now with them was fallen in love
Don Rosvel Tenorí,
And never have I love so fair
Heard tell of, verily.
Hurrah, hurrah
For the wedding-day!
Rejoicing there shall be.
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Language: 
English
Author of original: 
Gil Vicente
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