Ma pauvre belle, you've gone away Along with all the will to say The words that I would need to pray To give my love her last rite Ma pauvre belle, I pine for thee And though you rest eternally I found no strength inside of me To've bade my lover, 'Goodnight' Ma pauvre belle, not all is lost I've paid the boatman twice the cost And o'er the Stygian river crossed My lover's soul to twilight