Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me,

And flowers in coloured crowds;

Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,—

Cool winds dropped from the clouds.

All dark around the earth and sky,

All lonely here I mourn.

My love is gone,—light of my eye;

I sob and weep forlorn.

Alas, no more he cares for me—

He left me unconsoled;

He pierced my heart, then cruelly

Left me in pain untold.

Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me,

And flowers in coloured crowds;

Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,—

Cool winds dropped from the clouds.