I wish to tell you of a lady,
Who stole my heart away...
Her voice was that of angels,
Her smile sunset on a bay.

Oh Annita was her sweet name...
As sweet as flowers in May.
Her dark eyes flash with radiance,
For she is always merry and gay.

I met her in a tavern,
Where I sang my songs one day.
She smiled to me a sweet smile,
And made my lost soul sway.

For three years I have wooed her,
With flowers, songs, more I can't say.
But sweet, sweet, sweet Annita,
Said nothing more than 'Nay'.

So now I sing in my grieve
For there is not other way.
And still my fair maiden(?),
Won't roll with me in hay.