There Was A Singing Woman Came Riding Across The Mead At The Time Of The Mild May Weather, Tameless, Tireless; This Song She Sung: "I Am Fair, I Am Young!" And Many Turned To Heed. And The Same Singing Woman Sat Crooning In Her Need At The Time Of The Winter Weather; Friendless, Fireless, She Sang This Song: "Life, Thou'Rt Too Long!" And There Was None To Heed.