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Where shall
the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his
true maiden’s breast
Parted for ever?
Where,
through groves deep and high
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die
Under the willow.
Eleu loro
Soft shall be his pillow.
There
through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs
waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted
for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
Eleu loro
Never, O never!
Where shall
the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could
win maiden’s breast,
Ruin, and leave her?
In the
lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where
mingles war’s rattle
With groans of the dying;
Eleu loro
There shall he be lying.
Her wing
shall the eagle flap
O’er the falsehearted;
His
warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonour sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never!
Eleu
loro
Never, O never!
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