I found at daybreak yestermorn,
close by the house where she was born,
A tender turtle dove. 
Oha! Ohésahé! Ohé!

She fluttered but she could not fly;
I heard, but would not heed her cry.
She had not learned to love.
Oha! Ohésahé! Ohé.

Now she is quiet on my breast,
And from her new and living nest,
She doth not seek to rove.
Oha!  Ohésahé!  Oha!