A little black thing among the snow, Crying \"'weep! 'weep!\" in notes of woe! \"Where are thy father and mother? Say!\"-- \"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
\"Because I was happy upon the heath, And smiled among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
\"And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery.\"