​My darling, my darling, my sweetest of sweets
With roses for lips and plump peaches for cheeks
My darling, with ringlets of gold on their head
My darling, who now lies cold, still, and dead.

My darling, my darling, most beloved of loves
With the heart of a lamb and the mind of a dove
My darling, who loved the world in my stead
My darling, who now lies cold, still and dead.

My darling, my darling, my dearest of dears
Who smiled of pleasure and knew not of fear
My darling, whose footprints I now tread
My darling, who now lies cold, still and dead.