| Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding | 
| The wedding of a fair maid who proved to me unkind | 
| For that day as she thought of her intended young lover | 
| Thoughts of her old one had run through her mind | 
| Supper being over and all things were ended | 
| Every young man was to sing a fine song | 
| Until it came to the turn of her own foreign lover | 
| And the song that he sang to the bride did belong | 
| How can you sit at another man’s table? | 
| How can you drink of another man’s wine? | 
| How can you lie in the arms of another? | 
| Many’s the night, love, that you lay in mine | 
| Many’s the one has been seven years parted | 
| Seven years parted and did return again | 
| But I have only been two years away, love | 
| Two years away, love, and did return again | 
| The bride, she was seated at the head of the table | 
| Very well she knew to whom the song did belong | 
| Her heart, it grew faint, she could stand it no longer | 
| Down at the feet of the bridegroom she fell | 
| Sobbing and sighing she rose from the table | 
| Sobbing and sighing she went to her bed | 
| Early next morning the bridegroom awakened | 
| He turned to embrace her and found she was dead | 
| Saying, «Annie, dear Annie, I knew you never loved me | 
| My love and your love could never agree | 
| For I knew all along that your poor heart was breaking | 
| All for the sake of a foreign young man» | 
| So now I must wear a frock of deep mourning | 
| A frock of deep mourning, one, two and three | 
| I must wear to her wake my own wedding garment | 
| Ne’er again shall I go between the bark and the tree |