A beggar me a count of empty boxes
That is all I own in this world
Oh Diana sweet Diana
To flirt and fling a young girl dressed in ribbons
Taking fancies to those like you
Oh Diana sweet Diana
Yet you wait with mourning in your hair
and now I need good reason but I've none to spare
You are just a leaf that I have turned
and I am like a match that slowly burns
A beggar me a count of empty boxes
That is all I own in this world
Oh Diana sweet Diana