Where shall the lover rest br Whom the fates sever br From his true maiden’s breast br Parted for ever? br Where, through groves deep and high br Sounds the far billow, br Where early violets die br Under the willow. br Eleu loro br Soft shall be his pillow. br br There through the summer day br Cool streams are laving: br There, while the tempests sway, br Scarce are boughs waving; br There thy rest shalt thou take, br Parted for ever, br Never again to wake br Never, O never! br Eleu loro br Never, O never! br br Where shall the traitor rest, br He, the deceiver, br Who could win maiden’s breast, br Ruin, and leave her? br In the lost battle, br Borne down by the flying, br Where mingles war’s rattle br With groans of the dying; br Eleu loro br There shall he be lying. br br Her wing shall the eagle flap br O’er the falsehearted; br His warm blood the wolf shall lap br Ere life be parted.