1.
In a lone quiet spot by the side of a hill,
Where the sycamore grows, and the wild willow's weeping
There's a requiem steals from a sweet little rill,
And chants oer the mound where my Julia is sleeping.
CHORUS
Then mourn for my Julia, my joys are all over,
I never shall see my dear treasure again;
She's gone, and I've lost her I neer shall recover,
Oh! soon let me die to relieve me from pain.
2.
The nightingale lingers and ceases to sing,
As he slowly unfolds his dark wing o'er my treasure;
The raven's loud croak makes the midnight air ring,
As he pours forth his dirge in a sorrowful measure.
CHORUS
Then mourn for my Julia, my joys are all over,
I never shall see my dear treasure again;
She's gone, and I've lost her I neer shall recover,
Oh! soon let me die to relieve me from pain.
3.
A heaven it was when I sat by her side,
For she, like an angel, would cheer me to gladness;
But, oh! when I hoped to have made her my bride,
She died, and I'm left to but sorrow and sadness.
CHORUS
Then mourn for my Julia, my joys are all over,
I never shall see my dear treasure again;
She's gone, and I've lost her I neer shall recover,
Oh! soon let me die to relieve me from pain.
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