A wraith stood by her icily:
'Dear wife, I'll never more win hame,
For I am slain in Germanie.
On Minden's field I'm lying stark,
And Heaven is now my far countrie,
Farewell, dear wife, farewell, farewell,
I'll ne'er win hame frae Germanie.'
And all the year she came and went,
And wandered wild frae sea to sea;
'O neighbours, is he ne'er come back,