Two short hours thou 'lt not think long,

Hillo! hó! hillo!
All the evening, dance and song,

Hillo! hó! hillo!

Four long, lóng hours -- nay, don't fret, ,

Hillo! hó! híllo!
Lovely bride, the sun 's high yet,

Hillo! hó! hillo!

Edward's horse is sure and strong,

Hillo! hó! hillo!
Safe will bring him home ere long,

Hillo! hó! hillo!

Horses' feet! down to the gate,

Hillo! hó! hillo!
Open-armed, though he come late,

Hillo! hó! híllo!

“Where 's my Edward, groom and boy ?”

Hillo! hó! hillo!
“Where 's my only, only joy?”

Hillo! hó! hallo!

“Gód! his horse come home alone!"

Hillo! hó! híllo! “Gód! God!” cried, and with a groan,

Hillo! hó! hillo!

Sánk down by the horse's side,

Hillo! hó! hillo!
Dying dead the widowed bride,

Hillo! hó! híllo !