Jeffry my turtle fare the[e] well
Thou liv'st, but liv'st no more for me
And neither time nor fate shall quell
The grief I feel for thee
Thy sandy locks are in my eye
Thy puckered features fill my heart
And Jeffry never till I die
Will thy sweet form depart
I was whiled away from thee my love
By the Arch-fiend in a shape of man
But Oh! I'll come back my turtle dove
As soon as ever I can
Thou liv'st, but liv'st no more for me
And neither time nor fate shall quell
The grief I feel for thee
Thy sandy locks are in my eye
Thy puckered features fill my heart
And Jeffry never till I die
Will thy sweet form depart
I was whiled away from thee my love
By the Arch-fiend in a shape of man
But Oh! I'll come back my turtle dove
As soon as ever I can