Eleu Loro

Where shall the lover rest  

 Whom the fates sever  

From his true maiden’s breast  

 Parted for ever?  

Where, through groves deep and high        

 Sounds the far billow,  

Where early violets die  

 Under the willow.  

   Eleu loro  

 Soft shall be his pillow.        

There through the summer day  

 Cool streams are laving:  

There, while the tempests sway,  

 Scarce are boughs waving;  

There thy rest shalt thou take,

 Parted for ever,  

Never again to wake  

 Never, O never!  

   Eleu loro  

 Never, O never!        

Where shall the traitor rest,  

 He, the deceiver,  

Who could win maiden’s breast,  

 Ruin, and leave her?  

In the lost battle,        

 Borne down by the flying,  

Where mingles war’s rattle  

 With groans of the dying;  

   Eleu loro  

 There shall he be lying.        

Her wing shall the eagle flap  

 O’er the falsehearted;  

His warm blood the wolf shall lap  

 Ere life be parted.  

Shame and dishonour sit        

 By his grave ever;  

Blessing shall hallow it  

 Never, O never!  

   Eleu loro  

 Never, O never!