The ring is on my hand,
 And the wreath is on my brow;
 Satin and jewels grand
 Are all at my command,
 And I am happy now.

 And my lord he loves me well;
 But, when first he breathed his vow,
 I felt my bosom swell-
 For the words rang as a knell,
 And the voice seemed his who fell
 In the battle down the dell,
 And who is happy now.

 But he spoke to re-assure me,
 And he kissed my pallid brow,
 While a reverie came o'er me,
 And to the church-yard bore me,
 And I sighed to him before me,
 Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
 "Oh, I am happy now!"

 And thus the words were spoken,
 And this the plighted vow,
 And, though my faith be broken,
 And, though my heart be broken,
 Here is a ring, as token
 That I am happy now!

 Would God I could awaken!
 For I dream I know not how!
 And my soul is sorely shaken
 Lest an evil step be taken,-
 Lest the dead who is forsaken
 May not be happy now.