My lady's sunken face stand tall
She knows no fear nor shed a tear
Forgotten them to brave danger
Her hands have worked the fields in spring
That even when the autumn comes
Full handed harvest shall she bring
Until the field becomes her barn
My lady sinks only to grieve
Men ignorant and proudly dense
Always she is ready to give
Love and wisdom by her diligent hands
Befriend my lady she is strong
Breaking silence on what is wrong
My master has seen happy days
He delights in her beautiful ways.
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