I sigh and lament me in vain
These walls can but echo my moan
But ah! It increases my pain
When I think of the days that are gone

Thro the grate of my prison I see
The birds as they wanton in air
My heart how it pants to be free
My looks they are wild with despair

Alone the opposed by my fate
Turn with contempt for my foe
Tho fortune has affirmed my state
She can subdue me to hope

False woman! In ages to come
The Malice disturbed shall be
And when we are cold in the tomb
Some heart still shall sorrow for me

Ye roofs when cold damps + dismay
With ???? and ???? dwell
How comfortable ???? the day
How sad told the warming bell

The Owls from the battlements my
Hollow winds seen to murmurs around
O Mary! prepare thee to die
My blood it runs cold with sound