Edward Gray

Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town

Met me walking on yonder way,

"And have you lost your heart?" she said;

"And are you married yet, Edward Gray?"

Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me:

Bitterly weeping I turned away:

"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more

Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.

"Ellen Adair, she loved me well,

Against her father's and mother's will:

Today I sat for an hour and wept,

By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill.

Shy she was, and I thought her cold;

Thought her proud, and fled over the sea;

Fill'd I was with folly and spite,

When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

"Cruel, cruel the words I said!

Cruelly came they back today:

'You're too slight and fickle,' I said,

'To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.'

There I put my face in the grass

Whisper'd, 'Listen to my despair:

I repent me of all I did:

Speak a little, speak a little,

Ellen Adair!'

"Then I took a pencil and wrote

On the mossy stone as I lay,

'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair;

And here the heart of Edward Gray!'

Love may come and love may go,

And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree:

But I will love no more, no more,

Till Ellen Adair come back to me.

"Bitterly wept I over the stone:

Bitterly weeping I turned away:

There lies the body of Ellen Adair;

And there the heart of Edward Gray!"