The Peasant Girl
Winter snow had fallen
and the land now sparkled white
but still the little peasant girl
trudged homeward through the night
her clothes were thin and ragged
and her face was rosy red
she had served her Lord and master
now she journeyed home to bed
she did not see the danger
on the lonely road she trod
nor did the horses hoof alarm her
but they killed the girl stone-dead.
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