Long evenings full on longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all times the bitterest
'Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breat
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house
In the earth my berry lies

Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

Long
Evenings full on longing
Low
Spirited my mornings
Full of longing
Too my nights
And all times
The bitterest

There's
No hearing my treasure
No seeing
My marten-breat
No hearing
Her in the lane
Driving below
The window
Chopping the wood
By the stack
Clinking outside
The cook-house
In the earth
My berry lies

In the soil
She's moldering
Under the sand
My sweet one
Beneath the grass
My treasure
The one
I grieve for