&nbsp There was a singing woman
       &nbsp       &nbsp Came riding across the mead
       &nbsp At the time of the mild May weather,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp Tameless, tireless;
This song she sung: “I am fair, I am young!”
       &nbsp       &nbsp And many turned to heed.

       &nbsp And the same singing woman
       &nbsp       &nbsp Sat crooning in her need
       &nbsp At the time of the winter weather;
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp Friendless, fireless,
She sang this song: “Life, thou’rt too long!”
       &nbsp       &nbsp And there was none to heed.