and
dfd
We
sneaked
inside
and
on
a
tomb
Our
love
was
consummated.
It's
quite
all
right,
no
doubt
we'll
wed,
Our
sin
will
go
unchidden
.
.
.
Ah!
sweeter
than
the
nuptial
bed
Are
ecstasies
forbidden.
And
as
I
held
my
sweetheart
close,
And
she
was
softly
sighing,
I
could
not
help
but
think
of
those
In
peace
below
us
lying.
Poor
folks!
No
disrespect
we
meant,
And
beg
you'll
be
forgiving;
We
hopes
the
dead
will
not
resent
The
rapture
of
the
living.
And
when
in
death
I,
too,
shall
lie,
And
lost
to
those
who
love
me,
I
wish
two
sweethearts
roving
by
Will
plight
their
troth
above
me.
Oh
do
not
think
that
I
will
grieve
To
hear
the
vows
they're
voicing,
And
if
their
love
new
life
conceive,
'Tis
I
will
be
rejoicing.