take the robes from off thy form and cease thine hair to braid thy love to thee will come no more he woos another maid and broken are the many vows that he has pledged to thee he woos another maid and this my bridal morn should be false to me oh say not so for if thy tail be true and the one that i love be lost to me i shall not live to rue and if he do take another mate before the holy shrine another ne er shall have my heart death will be a friend of mine she takes the robe from off her form and dons a snow white gown she loosened from her lock the braid and let her hair hang down she flung around her lovely head thin shroud of her veil to hide the fast ascending tears and cheeck of moon ray pale with hurried yet with careful steps into the church she hides and there she saw the false of heart receive another bride the bride pageant swept along til all the train had fled why stands the lone deserted one she slumbers with the dead