| They stood in the moonlight nearby the gate | 
| Goodbye, my darling, I know you’ll wait | 
| She ceased weeping and smiled through tears | 
| Saying, I’ve been true, love, through these long years | 
| For on tomorrow at the break of day | 
| He was to journey far far away | 
| He held her closer, his promised bride | 
| And to her questions these words replied | 
| I’ve loved you always, yes, I’ve been true | 
| My heart shall never be, love, but for you | 
| Oh, darling, believe me, far over the sea | 
| Through life or death, still faithful I’ll be | 
| One year passed by, he’s coming home | 
| His pilgrimage over, no longer to roam | 
| And smiling, he thinks of her shining eye | 
| Shining with welcome, a glad surprise | 
| A dainty letter he takes from his breast | 
| To which his extended lips were pressed | 
| And reading once more by the warming light | 
| The words he had spoken to her that night | 
| Once more he seeks the old garden gate | 
| But he arrives, alas, alas, it’s too late | 
| The wedding is over, the knot is tied | 
| He finds his darling another’s bride | 
| And later they found him there on the grass | 
| A pistol nearby, still holding fast | 
| A crop of letters that explained the deed | 
| And in the pale moonlight these words did read |