Season

1 Spring|     know, ev'ry year kill many wretched birds. ~But among us we
2 Spring|       and sweat.~And then you, wretched soul, with grieving Eve
3 Summer|    blessings come. ~"A certain wretched lord keeps smirking at the
4 Summer| Because of poverty, it fell to wretched me ~To herd the nasty pigs
5 Autumn|      thrashed me well like any wretched thief, ~Each time he, like
6 Winter|     are you not aware how many wretched souls ~Become mere beggers,
7 Winter|        merciful to me,~Even if wretched I, to strenghten my poor
8 Winter|      after three grim days the wretched creature died. ~The squire,
9 Winter|        orphans, we forlorn and wretched souls,~We never know the