A bandit bold lived like a king
’Way in a forest deep,
Of pining love none dared to sing
From care his heart to keep.
Through busy day or peaceful night
His cup of joy ran o’er;
“From maiden’s eyes and fancies light
My heart’s my own,” he swore.
“My heart’s my own,” he swore.

  Love ne’er came nigh,
  So the thought left his mind;
  The tears flow by,
  And his heart never pined.
  Love ne’er came nigh,
  So the thought left his mind;
  The years flew by, the years flew by
  And his heart never pined.

Ah! None can tell when love is nigh,
Some watch and wait in tears;
The outlaw fell beneath the spell—
One moment undid years.
A maiden fair as June’s best day,
Like bloom of eglantine;
“Alas,” quoth he, “love’s passed my way;
My heart’s no longer mine,
My heart’s no longer mine.”

  Ah, love’s bright star,
  Lead me on, ever shine;
  I’ll journey far
  For thy heart, love of mine.
  Ah! Love’s bright star,
  Lead me on, ever shine;
  I’ll journey far, I’ll journey far
  For thy heart, love of mine.