Empty Boxes

A beggarly, account 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 morning 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 beggarly, account of empty boxes

That is all I own in this world

Oh Diana, sweet Diana