Once a year she wears in her hair
Apple blossoms and scents for the air.
How was I so lucky as to have known her?
She entered the room all bound up in a corset.
The learned men turned and stared at her figure,
but I just smiled in my intimate knowledge of her.
They say we're lucky to be free,
But I miss the days of working for the family.
My happiest hours were when I was serving my lady.
