All gather from the village here,
But where's Dominga?—Tell me where.

The rest have come—they all have come;
I've counted them, yes, one by one,—
But she's not here, and O, I roam
All desolate and all alone.
What shall I do?—without her, none
My path can light, my way can cheer.
Where is Dominga?—tell me where.