With all around in peace did dwell,
Now broken-hearted and dejected,
I pine within a gloomy cell.
With Maria Death I lived contented,
’Till Boyd he caused her for to stray,
And by the tales that he invented,
He affection stole from me away.
When I found she was false-hearted,
Jealousy fill’d my mind, ’tis true,
I grieved from her for to be parted,