The ring is on my hand,
    And the wreath is on my brow;
    Satin and jewels grand
    Are all at my command,
    And many a rood of land
    And I am happy no
    And my lord he loves me well;
    But, when first he breathed his vow,
    I felt my bosom swell—
    And the voice seemed his who fell
    For the words rang as a knell,
    In the battle down the dell,
    And who is happy no
    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,
    "Oh, I am happy now!"