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THE FOLK-SONGS OF POITOU. 229
THE NIGHT BEFORE MY WEDDING.
The night before my wedding,
Guess what happened me. I rose up to the window, If daybreak I could see — The dawn of day, The lovely dawn of day, Of light and love so gay.
I rose up to my window,
If daybreak I could see, The lovely moon still shining
Was all that greeted me.
The lovely moon still shining,
Was all the sign of light. I thought it must be four o'clock,
But 't was not yet midnight.
I thought it must be four o'clock,
But midnight had not sped. My mother, who was listening,
Heard the cross words I said.
My mother, who was listening, Heard the sad sighs I drew. " Be silent, little fool," she said, " Or God will punish you !
" Be silent, little fool," she said, Or God will bring you loss." |
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