歌词
Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro ?ther to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.
,Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Waldst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt - sinsyne thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angélique?
Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie -
Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die,
,Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt - sinsyne thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angélique?
,Come not wone to this uncouth Devil!,
Lest to a devil thou wilt translate...my Angel.
,Vaunt! - Devil tyne -
Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;
Daunt - sinsyine thence,
Ta’en as a dint, Angélique?