It's a girl to be made my new one
though she's quite unaware
of all of her silver nd all of her gold
there'll be feast in her place
there'll be blush on her face
'nd parading her grace
still without any trace
 that's good, go on
just to let you know
tis not that easy
she'll be made my new one
and enough I'll be old
old hearted, cold hearted enough
not to be of her own
nd therell be no longer
before there was home.