No selfish love was mine for thee,
Unholy and unwise.
Shule, Shule, &c.
And yet, (to see what love can do!)
Though calm my hope has burned, and true,
My cheek is pale and worn for you,
And sunken are mine eyes!
Shule, Shule, &c.
But soon my love shall be my bride
And happy by our own fire-side,