I saw a maiden by the riverside

Waiting for her lover to come a-riding by

She dressed her hair with a golden comb

Love, it seemed, had gained the throne

And then he killed her

Struck once, then twice

And then he killed her

With his knife

From stately mansion to the lowest slum

Love and death beat their drums

Lovers touch and lovers sigh

Lovers part and lovers cry

And then he killed her

Struck once, then twice

And then he killed her

With his knife

How easily love's vine is spilt

How easily love's vine does wilt