When I rose in the morning,
My heart full of woe,
I implored all the song birds
Why their mates on the bough
To their pleading gave heeding,
While Kate still said " No; "
But they made no kind answer
To a heart full of woe.

Till the wood-quest at noon,
From the forest below,
He taught me his secret
So tender and low
Of stealing fond feeling
With sweet notes of woe,
Coo-cooing so soft
Through the green leafy row.

The long shadows fell,
And the sun he sank low,
And again I was pleading
In the mild evening glow:
" Ah! Kitty, have pity! "
Then how could she say " No. "
So for ever I'm free
From a heart full of woe.