Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
⁠Met me walking on yonder way,
"And have you lost your heart?" she said;
⁠"And are you married yet, Edward Gray?"

Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me:
⁠Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:
"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
⁠Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.

"Ellen Adair she loved me well,
⁠Against her father's and mother's will
To-day I sat for an hour and wept,
⁠By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill.

"Shy she was, and I thought her cold,
⁠Thought her proud, and fled over the sea:
Fill'd I was with folly and spite,
⁠When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

"Cruel, cruel the words I said!
⁠Cruelly came they back to-day:
'You're too slight and fickle,' I said,
⁠'To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.'

"There I put my face in the grass—
⁠Whisper'd, 'Listen to my despair:
I repent me of all I did:
⁠Speak a little, Ellen Adair!'

"Then I took a pencil, and wrote
⁠On the mossy stone, as I lay,
'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair;
⁠And here the heart of Edward Gray!'

"Love may come, and love may go,
⁠And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree:
But I will love no more, no more,
⁠Till Ellen Adair come back to me.

"Bitterly wept I over the stone:
⁠Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:
There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
⁠And there the heart of Edward Gray!"