For the lack of gold she's left me, O, 
And of all that's dear bereft me, O; 
She me forsook for a great duke, 
And to endless woe she's left me, O. 
A star and garter have more art
Than youth, a true and faithful heart; 
For empty titles we must part;
For glittering show she's left me, O.

No cruel fair shall ever move 
My injured heart again to love; 
Through distant climates I must rove, 
Since Jeanie she has left me, O. 
Ye powers above, I to your care 
Resign my faithless lovely fair; 
Your choicest blessings be her share, 
Though she's for ever left me, O.