the wan moon is setting beyond the white wave,
and time is setting with me, oh:
false friends, false love, farewell! for mair
i'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, oh.
she has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide,
she sees the pale corse on the plain, oh:
“my true love!” she cried, and sank down by his side,
never to rise again, oh.