And mix her woe and tears with mine,
Pleasure past and anguish past,
She heard the tramp of goblin men,
They stood stock still upon the moss,
Their offers should not charm us,
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Should not loiter in the glen
"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
When they reached where Laura was
You should not peep at goblin men."
And mix her woe and tears with mine,
Pleasure past and anguish past,
She heard the tramp of goblin men,
They stood stock still upon the moss,
Their offers should not charm us,
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Should not loiter in the glen
"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
When they reached where Laura was
You should not peep at goblin men."