Heigho! &c.
Maria sought her couch to weep;
Till grief, exhausted, sank in sleep:
Heigho! &c.
When stood, her lonely pillow nigh,
A figure more than mortal high;
And cried—“Behold, my love, ’tis I”
Heigho! &c.
All solemnly the spirit said,
“Away with me unto the dead,”