Eleu Loro

Where shall the lover rest     Whom the fates sever     From his true maidens breast     Parted for ever?     Where, through groves deep and high     Sounds the far billow,     Where early violets die     Under the willow.     Eleu loro     Soft shall be his pillow.     There through the summer day     Cool streams are laving:     There, while the tempests sway,     Scarce are boughs waving;     There thy rest shalt thou take,     Parted for ever,     Never again to wake     Never, O never!     Eleu loro     Never, O never!     Where shall the traitor rest,     He, the deceiver,     Who could win maidens breast,     Ruin, and leave her?     In the lost battle,     Borne down by the flying,     Where mingles wars rattle     With groans of the dying;     Eleu loro     There shall he be lying.     Her wing shall the eagle flap     Oer the falsehearted;     His warm blood the wolf shall lap     Ere life be parted.     Shame and dishonour sit     By his grave ever;     Blessing shall hallow it     Never, O never!     Eleu loro     Never, O never!