Ay De Mí
O bird, that used to press,
Thy head against my cheek
With touch that seem’d to speak,
And ask a tender 'yes’ –
Ay de mí, my bird:
Ay de mí, my bird, my bird –
Ay de mí, my bird.
O tender downy breast,
And warmly beating heart,
That beating seem’d a part
Of me who gave it rest –
Ay de mí, my bird:
Ay de mí, my bird, my bird –
Ay de mí, my bird.
