Once there lived a girl upon the hills
She worked all day in a tiny rumbling mill
Her hair was light
Her skin was bright
Her body tight from the morning to the night
When she came down to the market
When she came down to the market
Beside the brook she grew carrots and fine leek
To sell it at her small stand once a week
Her eyes were green
Her arms were lean
Fresh and clean in a daily strict routine
When she came down to the market
When she came down to the market
In the dusk she st beside her house
She noted her thoughts, was dreaming of a spouse
Her glance was stale
Her legs were pale
One time surely her wish will still prevail
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