The Fair Maiden

It was a cold and windy day,
When the two lovers made their way.
A maiden fair she once had been,
Finer than that he'd ever seen.

Ne'er would he know her warm embrace,
For she had died in all full grace.
A shining knight in armour he,
Adorned with medals and bravery.
Oh, how sad, how sad, how sad.

Life was now total misery,
For her lost life he now would grieve,
Without her love, he was lost,
Now his life would have no cause.
Oh, how sad, how sad, how sad.