Analysis of Golden-Tressed Adelaide

SING, I pray, a little song,  
 Mother dear!  
Neither sad nor very long:  
It is for a little maid,  
Golden-tressed Adelaide!
Therefore let it suit a merry, merry ear,  
 Mother dear!  

Let it be a merry strain,  
 Mother dear!  
Shunning e’en the thought of pain:
For our gentle child will weep,  
If the theme be dark and deep;  
And we will not draw a single, single tear,  
 Mother dear!  

Childhood should be all divine,
 Mother dear!  
And like an endless summer shine;  
Gay as Edward’s shouts and cries,  
Bright as Agnes’ azure eyes:  
Therefore, bid thy song be merry:—dost thou hear,
 Mother dear?