i dwelt alone
in a world of moan
and my soul was a stagnant tide
till the fair and gentle eulalie
became my blushing bride -
till the yellow-haired young eulalie
became my smiling bride ah less - less bright
the stars of night
than the eyes of the radiant girl
and never a flake
that the vapor can make
with the moon-tints of purple and pearl
can vie with the modest eulalie's
most unregarded curl -
can compare with the bright-eyed eulalie's
most humble and careless curl now doubt - now pain
come never again
for her soul gives me sigh for sigh
and all day long
shines bright and strong
astarte within the sky
while ever to her dear eulalie
upturns her matron eye
while ever to her young eulalie
upturns her violet eye deep in earth my love is lying
and i must weep alone