She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine,
But her heart it is anothers', She never can be mine;
Yet lov'd I as man never loved , a love with out decay,
Oh my heart my heart is breaking for the love of Alice Gray,
Oh my heart my heart is breaking for the love of Alice Gray.
Her dark brown hair is braided o'er a brow of spotless white,
Her soft blue eye now languishes, now flashes with delight;
The hair is braided not for me, the eye is turned away.
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking for Alice Gray.
I've sunk beneath the summer's sun and trembled in the blast,
But my pilgrimage is nearly done, the weary conflicts past;
And when the green sod wraps my grave, may pity haply say,
Oh, his heart, his heart, is broken for Alice Gray.