Dirge lyrics

Boys and girls that held her dear,
       &nbsp Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here.

Brought to earth the arrogant brow,
       &nbsp And the withering tongue
Chastened; do your weeping now.

Sing whatever songs are sung,
       &nbsp Wind whatever wreath,
For a playmate perished young,

For a spirit spent in death.
       &nbsp Boys and girls that held her dear,
All you loved of her lies here.