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 turnd away: Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more Can touch the heart of Edward Gray. Ellen Adair she loved me well, Against her fathers and mothers will; To-day I sat for an hour and wept By Ellens grave, on the windy hill. Shy she was, and I thought her cold, Thought her proud, and fled over the sea; Filld 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: Youre too slight and fickle, I said, To trouble the heart of Edward Gray. There I put my face in the grass Whisperd, 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 turnd away. There lies the body of Ellen Adair! And there the heart of Edward Gray!