Angélique

by Theatre Of Tragedy

Thou dawdl'd not bringing me from Aether to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather
Dew-scented blossom thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.

{Refrain:}
'Vaunt! Devil tyne
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae
Daunt, sinsyne thence,
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique ?

Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie
Alas dastard! hanging by the noose die.

{au Refrain}

'Come not wont to this uncouth Devil!,
Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate... my Angel.

{au Refrain, x3}