I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave. I've a pain in my head, I wish I was dead. In a coffin of lead- With the Wise and the Brave- I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave.
Here's the lily, here the rose Her full chalice shall disclose; Here's narcissus wet with dew, Windflower and the violet blue. Wear the garland I have made; Crowned with it, put pride away; For the wreath that blooms must fade; Thou thyself must fade some day, Rhodocleia.
I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave. I've a pain in my head, I wish I was dead. In a coffin of lead- With the Wise and the Brave- I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave.