“Woe for the day; Regina's pride,
Regina's hope is in the grave;
And who shall rule my land beside,
And who shall save?

“Woe for the day; with gory tears
My country's sons this day shall rue.
Woe for the day; a thousand years
Can not repair what one shall do.

“Woe for the day.” Mixt with the wind,
That sad lament was ringing;
It almost broke my heart to hear
Such dreary, dreary singing.