'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom
That May and I were mated;
We sneaked inside and on a tomb
Our love was consummated.
It's quite all right, no doubt we'll wed,
Our sin will go unchidden . . .
Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bed
Are ecstasies forbidden.
And as I held my sweetheart close,
And she was softly sighing,
I could not help but think of those
In peace below us lying.
Poor folks! No disrespect we meant,
And beg you'll be forgiving;
We hopes the dead will not resent
The rapture of the living.
And when in death I, too, shall lie,
And lost to those who love me,
I wish two sweethearts roving by
Will plight their troth above me.
Oh do not think that I will grieve
To hear the vows they're voicing,
And if their love new life conceive,
'Tis I will be rejoicing.
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloomThat May and I were mated;We sneaked inside and on a tombOur love was consummated.It's quite all right, no doubt we'll wed,Our sin will go unchidden . . .Ah! sweeter than the nuptial bedAre ecstasies forbidden.And as I held my sweetheart close,And she was softly sighing,I could not help but think of thoseIn peace below us lying.Poor folks! No disrespect we meant,And beg you'll be forgiving;We hopes the dead will not resentThe rapture of the living.And when in death I, too, shall lie,And lost to those who love me,I wish two sweethearts roving byWill plight their troth above me.Oh do not think that I will grieveTo hear the vows they're voicing,And if their love new life conceive,'Tis I will be rejoicing.
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