O Pagem
Alfredo Marceneiro
The Page
Every night a page
With a voice so sweet and clear
Would pay tribute
To the lovely young lady here
But one night of dread
The brutal Marquis, so vile
In that golden throat
Ordered a dagger to be filed
And the delirious Marchioness
At night on her balcony
Poor crazy woman, no less
Cried out, singing mournfully:
Oh my dear passion
My love, my handsome page
Always run, my life
From this cursed cage.
