Alone Alone! With A Heart Like A Stone, She Maketh Her Moan At The Feet Of The Trees, With Her Face On Her Knees, And Her Hair Streaming Over; Wildly, And Wildly, And Wildly; For She Misses The Tracks Of Her Lover! Do You Hear Her, Ulmarra? Oh, Where Are The Tracks Of Her Lover? Go By Go By! They Have Told Her A Lie, Who Said He Was Nigh, In The White-Cedar Glen In The Camps Of His Men: And She Sitteth There Weeping Weeping, And Weeping, And Weeping, For The Face Of A Warrior Sleeping! Do You Hear Her, Ulmarra? Oh! Where Is Her Warrior Sleeping? A Dream! A Dream! That They Saw A Bright Gleam Through The Dusk Boughs Stream, Where Wild Bees Dwell, And A Tomahawk Fell, In Moons Which Have Faded; Faded, And Faded, And Faded, From Woods Where A Chieftain Lies Shaded! Do You Hear Her, Ulmarra? Oh! Where Doth Her Chieftain Lie Shaded? Bewail! Bewail! Who Whispered A Tale, That They Heard On The Gale, Through The Dark And The Cold, The Voice Of The Bold; And A Boomerang Flying; Flying, And Flying, And Flying? Ah! Her Heart It Is Wasted With Crying Do You Hear Her, Ulmarra? Oh! Her Heart It Is Wasted With Crying!