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 1