A ring upon her finger,
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom tall and hands
At her side.
A veil upon her forehead

If he would come to—day, to—day, t
O, what a day to—day would be!
But now he’s away, miles and miles
From me across the sea.
O little bird, flying, flying, fly

An emerald is as green as grass;
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heave
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,