The ring is on my hand
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command
And I am happy now

And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow
I felt my bosom swell -
For the words rang as a knell
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell
And who is happy now

But he spoke to re-assure me
And he kissed my pallid brow
While a reverie came o'er me
And to the church-yard bore me
And I sighed to him before me
Thinking him dead D'Elormie
Oh, I am happy now!

And thus the words were spoken
And this the plighted vow
And, though my faith be broken
And, though my heart be broken
Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!
Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken, -
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now