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 turn’d 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:
To-day 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 to-day:
‘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, 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 turn’d away;
There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
And there the heart of Edward Gray!”