And my Lord, he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow;
I felt my bosom swell -
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In a battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallad brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking of him dead D'Elmore,
"Oh, I am happy now!"