One day I heard Mary say, 
How shall I leave thee!
Stay, dearest Adonis, stay, 
Why wilt thou grieve me? 
Alas! my fond heart will break,
If thou should'st leave me; 
I'll live and die for thy sake, 
Yet never leave thee.

Say, lovely Adonis, say, 
Has Mary deceived thee?
Did e'er her young heart betray 
New love that's grieved thee? 
My constant mind ne'er shall stray,
Thou may'st believe me; 
I'll love thee, lad, night and day,
And never leave thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, lad, 
How shall I leave thee?
Oh! that thought makes me sad! 
I'll never leave thee.
Where could my Adonis fly? 
Why does he grieve me?
Alas! my poor heart will die, 
If he should leave me!