Edward MacDowell - A Maid Sings Light

A maid sings light, and a maid sings low
With a merry, merry laugh in her eyes of sloe
I tell thee lad have a care, nor dare
Lest thou lose thy heart in the fair one's snare
And doth she pout, and doth she sigh
Ne'er go too close, nor dry her eye
I tell thee lad have a care, she's fair
She'll surely laugh thy prayer to air
For a maid loves light, and a maid loves so
That a merry, merry laugh will answer thy woe
I tell thee lad, have a care, nor dare
Lest thou losе thy heart in the fair one's snarе