1. The sun has set, the stars are still, The red moon hides behind the hill; The tide has left the brown beach bare, The birds have fled the upper air; Upon her branch the lone cuckoo Is chanting still her sad adieu; And you, my fair-hair'd girl, must go Across the salt sea under woe!

2. I through love have learn'd three things, Sorrow, sin, and death it brings; Yet day by day my heart within Dares shame and sorrow, death and sin; Maiden, you have aim'd the dart Rankling in my ruin'd heart; Maiden, may the God above Grant you grace to grant me love!

3. Sweeter than the viol's string, And the notes that blackbirds sing; Brighter than the dewdrops rare Is the maiden wondrous fair; Like the silver swans at play Is her neck, as bright as day! Woe is me, that e'er my sight Dwelt on charms so deadly bright!

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