My Mother Bids Me Bind My Hair
My mother bids me bind my hair
With band of rosy hue,
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace my bodice blue.
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace, and lace my bodice blue.
"For why," she cries, "sit still and weep,
While others dance and play?"
Alas! I scarce can go or creep,
While Lubin is away.
Alas! I scarce can go or creep,
While Lubin is away.
While Lubin is away.
Is away, is away.
