Alice Gray

1. She’s all my fancy painted her,
She’s lovely, she’s divine,
But her heart it is another’s,
She never can be mine;
Yet lov’d I as man never lov’d,
A love without decay,
Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray!
Oh my heart, my heat is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray.

2. Her dark brown hair is braided
O’er a brow of spotless white;
Her soft blue eye now languishes,
Now flashes with delight;
Her hair is braided not for me,
The eye is turned away;
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.
Oh my heart, my heat is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray.

3. I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun,
And trembled in the blast;
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
The weary conflict’s past;
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
Oh, his heart, his heart is broken
For the love of Alice Gray.
Oh my heart, my heat is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray.